It was overcast. OVERCAST. Thank fucking GOD.
It's 9:47 as of this writing. Why are little fucking bastard kids shouting & blowing kazoos (fucking KAZOOS) outside my apartment? If it doesn't cease in the next ten minutes, i'm randomly throwing glasses of water over the balcony. I say that here so you all will know what lead to my demise & can make arrangements accordingly.
The thought process continues to be one of confusion in a couple areas. Well, a few, really, but only a couple are prevalent enough to think about. Some things are just out of reach for a reason, i think. That really sucks, but it's what i've been leaning towards. Sometimes the pursuit isn't worth the potential reward; the last thing a person should aspire to be is Sheriff Buford T. Justice, in an endless pursuit of their Bandit. Crazy proud of that one, by the way. But maybe it's not worth going for, because the result was never in doubt, & isn't worth the risk. Maybe. There's just something about the unattainable that keeps drawing attention. Time has shown such things. As it pretains to the other aspect of this thought process, i'm growing entirely too optimistic. Too secure with the notion that something will break. Comfort is an enemy of change. But anyway, y'all don't know what i'm talking about, so it doesn't matter. The point is, i suppose, that i've figured out a couple things. This line of thinking i've begun using is amazing.
I desperately need to get to midtown to check out places as soon as possible. I've officially crossed over into the land of obsession. At this stage, my criteria is mainly location & air circulation. Beyond that, i can adapt accordingly, like the mighty Jerusalem cricket.
Nigel the Grocery Guy officially won me over yesterday. Not only is he British, but he spent extensive time in Ukiah. Until you've heard a Brit in short pants go on about the "fuckin' hippies" while handing you beer, your life is only partially complete. I'll miss that weird little hobbit. catagogo should make him cookies. Although i don't know if i'll see him again. Then she'd just be making me cookies. I can deal.
Sleep has been the order of the day. This was brought on by music & beer. The sleep has been terrible, however. Getting the same weird dreams, with a couple newer, weirder ones.
I think i'm done. How's everyone doing?
It's 9:47 as of this writing. Why are little fucking bastard kids shouting & blowing kazoos (fucking KAZOOS) outside my apartment? If it doesn't cease in the next ten minutes, i'm randomly throwing glasses of water over the balcony. I say that here so you all will know what lead to my demise & can make arrangements accordingly.
The thought process continues to be one of confusion in a couple areas. Well, a few, really, but only a couple are prevalent enough to think about. Some things are just out of reach for a reason, i think. That really sucks, but it's what i've been leaning towards. Sometimes the pursuit isn't worth the potential reward; the last thing a person should aspire to be is Sheriff Buford T. Justice, in an endless pursuit of their Bandit. Crazy proud of that one, by the way. But maybe it's not worth going for, because the result was never in doubt, & isn't worth the risk. Maybe. There's just something about the unattainable that keeps drawing attention. Time has shown such things. As it pretains to the other aspect of this thought process, i'm growing entirely too optimistic. Too secure with the notion that something will break. Comfort is an enemy of change. But anyway, y'all don't know what i'm talking about, so it doesn't matter. The point is, i suppose, that i've figured out a couple things. This line of thinking i've begun using is amazing.
I desperately need to get to midtown to check out places as soon as possible. I've officially crossed over into the land of obsession. At this stage, my criteria is mainly location & air circulation. Beyond that, i can adapt accordingly, like the mighty Jerusalem cricket.
Nigel the Grocery Guy officially won me over yesterday. Not only is he British, but he spent extensive time in Ukiah. Until you've heard a Brit in short pants go on about the "fuckin' hippies" while handing you beer, your life is only partially complete. I'll miss that weird little hobbit. catagogo should make him cookies. Although i don't know if i'll see him again. Then she'd just be making me cookies. I can deal.
Sleep has been the order of the day. This was brought on by music & beer. The sleep has been terrible, however. Getting the same weird dreams, with a couple newer, weirder ones.
I think i'm done. How's everyone doing?
catagogo:
i wanna make nigel cookies!!!!!!!!
dinosaurus:
It's mostly just really fucking frustrating to be afraid of EVERYTHING. And pretty exhausting, as well.