"Since I'm never gonna cease to roam,
I'm never, ever far from home,
But I'll build a geodesic dome
And sail away."
~~~~~Daily Dylan~~~~~
I'm been a whiny bastard for the last little while, haven't I? I shouldn't be taking up you good people's time with this crap, when I imagine in two weeks I'll be singing a diffrent tune if I know myself. Stupid fucking gemini that I am. I've just got to strap it on and move headlong into this cold wind and get things done. I think working till one or two tomorrow morning will be a good start. Hope that grilled cheese and tomato soup will cart me off into about 12 hours of sleep. I sure haven't had a lot of sleep the last few weeks. Probably shouldn't be reading a book called Insomnia right now, but so it goes. I really REALLY wish Survivor was on this evening. I can't believe they canned Rudy last week. Jenna L. is a meanie. At least Big Tom still lives.
I was watching Sling Blade again today. . . How much does it kill you when Karl says "That boy, that boy lives inside of his own mind. That's a mighty big place to live." I kinda envy Karl. Seems like he lives effortlessly, or maybe is not aware of the immense effort he is putting out. I just need to shake this feeling that I'm laboring. I feel like my pitch count is 130, the 3, 4, 5 hitters are due up with ducks on the pond and Grady Little is in the dugout. Got to just set my nose to stone and have at it I guess. I think tomorrow will be a better day.
And so once again, this is Trash.
I'm never, ever far from home,
But I'll build a geodesic dome
And sail away."
~~~~~Daily Dylan~~~~~
I'm been a whiny bastard for the last little while, haven't I? I shouldn't be taking up you good people's time with this crap, when I imagine in two weeks I'll be singing a diffrent tune if I know myself. Stupid fucking gemini that I am. I've just got to strap it on and move headlong into this cold wind and get things done. I think working till one or two tomorrow morning will be a good start. Hope that grilled cheese and tomato soup will cart me off into about 12 hours of sleep. I sure haven't had a lot of sleep the last few weeks. Probably shouldn't be reading a book called Insomnia right now, but so it goes. I really REALLY wish Survivor was on this evening. I can't believe they canned Rudy last week. Jenna L. is a meanie. At least Big Tom still lives.
I was watching Sling Blade again today. . . How much does it kill you when Karl says "That boy, that boy lives inside of his own mind. That's a mighty big place to live." I kinda envy Karl. Seems like he lives effortlessly, or maybe is not aware of the immense effort he is putting out. I just need to shake this feeling that I'm laboring. I feel like my pitch count is 130, the 3, 4, 5 hitters are due up with ducks on the pond and Grady Little is in the dugout. Got to just set my nose to stone and have at it I guess. I think tomorrow will be a better day.
And so once again, this is Trash.
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Being a gemini or being who I am the feeling of being in that place when all things seem somehow pointless or lost but having been there so many times before... you know or you hope that the tune will be different soon... i mean, it has to be right?
I greatly envy those who live or seem to live effortlessly because every step feels like arbitration to me. All i know is that it is not up to us to decide if it is relevant or not. Pour out your whiny prose on those pages and I will always be here to appreciate and I will still be here in two weeks when the tune is different. What would have happened to your Daily Dylan if he had decided that he shouldn't be taking good people's time with this crap? We are lucky to have him and we are lucky to have you, we are all lucky to have Trash.