Die die die die die die DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
ok, i feel better now. heh. heh. muahahahhahha
ok, i feel less psychotic, for now.
ok where was i ....
so we all know i'm not long for this world. No, to the best of my knowledge, i'm not going to the end of the path, kicking the proverbial bucket or counting the last sheep. I mean, i have to move soon. Not long for this Alaska experience. Truth be told, although i've had some good ideas, and maybe a couple of awesome opportunities, i actually, specifically have no freaking clue as to how i'm going to extricate myself from this financial and cultural backwash. i keep telling myself i need to close shop up here as expeditiously as possible, but i still find myself drinking and trying to bed cute girls. i guess the mercenary in me can simply no longer be denied.
honestly, i almost don't even care where i go. I'm almost 30, no great feat in this day and age, and i've got nary but the skin on my back to show for it. oh, and i'm funny. in person. seriously. funny like ha-ha.
A while ago i decided i merely have the force of my own personality to go on. that is the means to my "success", not that i'm too familiar with that whole concept. Recently i decided i have no room for sin in my world. to me, it's an abstraction to me mocked. ceaselessly. sure there is still right and wrong, but only insomuchas.
what else. for some stupid reason, i still believe that almost anything is possible. it must be the sleep dep talking.
ok, i'm random enough for one night. one night that has seen me almost entirely unremarkable. one night of many past, and many to come.
oh, and since last entry was interpreted somewhat strangely. it seemed i was being mopey or down, which i was not in any way. i was mearly prepping my atomic hate engine for someone to invade my time with some prefabbed bullshit speil that i'm neither interested in waking up to hear, nor particularly happy to know about. example: i open the door the other day(half naked and smelly to boot) to the roundabout question of whether or not i believe world piece was possible. as it happens i am particularly honest when tired, and i in truth do not believe it is possible. i should have asked them if they though anal sex was possible, right then, come on down, yeah buddy you can watch while i bone your distinctly uncomfortable looking companion. not even because she was cute, really just to be offensive. but alas, when tired i'm also somewhat *nice* in that i'm too slow to let my latent abusiveness to take over. but it would have been funny. to me. maybe next time.
i'll finish this off with several
just to prove my mood.
ok, i feel better now. heh. heh. muahahahhahha
ok, i feel less psychotic, for now.
ok where was i ....
so we all know i'm not long for this world. No, to the best of my knowledge, i'm not going to the end of the path, kicking the proverbial bucket or counting the last sheep. I mean, i have to move soon. Not long for this Alaska experience. Truth be told, although i've had some good ideas, and maybe a couple of awesome opportunities, i actually, specifically have no freaking clue as to how i'm going to extricate myself from this financial and cultural backwash. i keep telling myself i need to close shop up here as expeditiously as possible, but i still find myself drinking and trying to bed cute girls. i guess the mercenary in me can simply no longer be denied.
honestly, i almost don't even care where i go. I'm almost 30, no great feat in this day and age, and i've got nary but the skin on my back to show for it. oh, and i'm funny. in person. seriously. funny like ha-ha.
A while ago i decided i merely have the force of my own personality to go on. that is the means to my "success", not that i'm too familiar with that whole concept. Recently i decided i have no room for sin in my world. to me, it's an abstraction to me mocked. ceaselessly. sure there is still right and wrong, but only insomuchas.
what else. for some stupid reason, i still believe that almost anything is possible. it must be the sleep dep talking.
ok, i'm random enough for one night. one night that has seen me almost entirely unremarkable. one night of many past, and many to come.
oh, and since last entry was interpreted somewhat strangely. it seemed i was being mopey or down, which i was not in any way. i was mearly prepping my atomic hate engine for someone to invade my time with some prefabbed bullshit speil that i'm neither interested in waking up to hear, nor particularly happy to know about. example: i open the door the other day(half naked and smelly to boot) to the roundabout question of whether or not i believe world piece was possible. as it happens i am particularly honest when tired, and i in truth do not believe it is possible. i should have asked them if they though anal sex was possible, right then, come on down, yeah buddy you can watch while i bone your distinctly uncomfortable looking companion. not even because she was cute, really just to be offensive. but alas, when tired i'm also somewhat *nice* in that i'm too slow to let my latent abusiveness to take over. but it would have been funny. to me. maybe next time.
i'll finish this off with several
just to prove my mood.
~cheers
You can be treated for "death-like symptoms," though. Just ask Yassir Arafat.