movies of the week: chasing amy, crash
song of the week: arc arsenal - at the drive in
Damn it, even my subconscious knows I'm gonna be stuck with a blonde chick!
Well, as long as she's cute... You're not allowed to complain if she's cute. Them's the rules.
I screw up my sleep schedule for a few days and now I'm halucinating flying black spots every other minute. This does not bode well. I just can't hang like I used to I s'pose.
Also a few days ago, a trailer home right near my trailer home caught fire and burned down. And it wasn't my fault this time. Swear to god. It made the whole place smell like good bbq. But it stung my eyes, so that wasn't cool.
Nobody was home. It didn't spread.
Seems to be a bunch of fires goin off lately. The past weekend I was about to post one of those introspective entries cause I haven't done so in a while, if one would ever consider me having done one before in the first place. I think. Not really. Anyfuckingway, I was gonna go on about how my shit attitude since the weekend before has been tolerated to the point where I'm surprised no one has ripped my head off yet. How I'm not looking to start a fight, but if something was cooking, I'd sure as hell push it there.
But I decided to do a stupid rant instead. I've cooled down since then, but the negativity hasn't left. My opinions on shit haven't changed. That I'm probably in dire need of an outlet but don't feel like going out of my way to find something decent. It's not anger. Not anymore at least. Like anger, but not as mindless. I don't know the word for it, or I do and don't know which one to pick yet. The kind of shit travis bickle went insane from. Like if something horrible happened to me, I'd be justified feeling this way. It'd be more of a test than a tragedy. Would I really be able to handle it. If all my fucking shit burned down, would I really just go, "Oh well. Shit happens. Fuck you too, God."
This is what depresses most people I talk to, and I can never completely wrap my head around why they haven't comprehended it before then. That somebody can be this detached without having some daunting life-altering experience. I'd like to think I'm just being prepared. Maybe my negativity-slash-borderline paranoia balances out the blandness of my virtually eventless life. Probably. Because, you know, balance is important.
And in response to "The Man" cracking down on shady interweb sex material, I present this:
SUCK IT!
song of the week: arc arsenal - at the drive in
Damn it, even my subconscious knows I'm gonna be stuck with a blonde chick!
Well, as long as she's cute... You're not allowed to complain if she's cute. Them's the rules.
I screw up my sleep schedule for a few days and now I'm halucinating flying black spots every other minute. This does not bode well. I just can't hang like I used to I s'pose.
Also a few days ago, a trailer home right near my trailer home caught fire and burned down. And it wasn't my fault this time. Swear to god. It made the whole place smell like good bbq. But it stung my eyes, so that wasn't cool.
Nobody was home. It didn't spread.
Seems to be a bunch of fires goin off lately. The past weekend I was about to post one of those introspective entries cause I haven't done so in a while, if one would ever consider me having done one before in the first place. I think. Not really. Anyfuckingway, I was gonna go on about how my shit attitude since the weekend before has been tolerated to the point where I'm surprised no one has ripped my head off yet. How I'm not looking to start a fight, but if something was cooking, I'd sure as hell push it there.
But I decided to do a stupid rant instead. I've cooled down since then, but the negativity hasn't left. My opinions on shit haven't changed. That I'm probably in dire need of an outlet but don't feel like going out of my way to find something decent. It's not anger. Not anymore at least. Like anger, but not as mindless. I don't know the word for it, or I do and don't know which one to pick yet. The kind of shit travis bickle went insane from. Like if something horrible happened to me, I'd be justified feeling this way. It'd be more of a test than a tragedy. Would I really be able to handle it. If all my fucking shit burned down, would I really just go, "Oh well. Shit happens. Fuck you too, God."
This is what depresses most people I talk to, and I can never completely wrap my head around why they haven't comprehended it before then. That somebody can be this detached without having some daunting life-altering experience. I'd like to think I'm just being prepared. Maybe my negativity-slash-borderline paranoia balances out the blandness of my virtually eventless life. Probably. Because, you know, balance is important.
And in response to "The Man" cracking down on shady interweb sex material, I present this:
SUCK IT!
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that boy was a little on the traumatizing side. but he would do. better than nothing.