Cold
Man it is cold outside!
When I last left the car it was 15 degrees with a clearing sky, so it could get brutal out there this evening.
I have been ina grouchy ass mood all day. Fell asleep at one point, just hating the day really. This in turn affected the wife as my mood offset hers and she started to feel sick when we went out to Target.
But I've been in a rotten mood. Just feeling tubby as shit, pissed off at everyone, feeling very isolated up here in little contact with anyone I know.
We have this internet now, you can stay in touch with fucking mobsters in Russia and facists in Texas and yet I can't get anyone to holler back at me. This is not neccesarily asking for it but who the fuck needs to get a hold of me?
I got a new phone the other day. Why? Fucking nobody calls me!
My buddy who married us, who I haven't seen in months is going to Japan.
I have no friend up here, acquaintances but no friends. Again this is nothing to cry about but sometimes I would be nice.
Facebook. Myspace. LiveJournal. Who cares? I'm a blip on the radar here.
And to make my mind pissier I've spent this time going through my photos, finding ones that pertain to Wherehouse Records, and scanning and postingthem
Why?
I do it and the more I have done it the enthusiasm has faded and I just feel melancholy about it.
Again its that purity, something about that place that was so important to me And its gone. And to make matters worse my time there sent me on a path that resulted in five years in a bookstore running their music department. I should have realized that there were careers out there, being something more important than a doormat.
Just a blah day.
Best Buy and Target are supposed to have Wiis tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get one, now do I need one? No. But do I want one still? Yeah. Why not eh?
But all is not lost. So nobody keeps in touch with me. That's fine. You know what? I have a lovely little kitten on my shoulder right now sleeping, stretched out keeping that part of my shoulder warm. I guess this is just part of the transition to adult life. Come April I probably won't give two shits about who isn't in touch with me. I'll be too busy thinking about my son to worry about people that don't even live in town.
When I last left the car it was 15 degrees with a clearing sky, so it could get brutal out there this evening.
I have been ina grouchy ass mood all day. Fell asleep at one point, just hating the day really. This in turn affected the wife as my mood offset hers and she started to feel sick when we went out to Target.
But I've been in a rotten mood. Just feeling tubby as shit, pissed off at everyone, feeling very isolated up here in little contact with anyone I know.
We have this internet now, you can stay in touch with fucking mobsters in Russia and facists in Texas and yet I can't get anyone to holler back at me. This is not neccesarily asking for it but who the fuck needs to get a hold of me?
I got a new phone the other day. Why? Fucking nobody calls me!
My buddy who married us, who I haven't seen in months is going to Japan.
I have no friend up here, acquaintances but no friends. Again this is nothing to cry about but sometimes I would be nice.
Facebook. Myspace. LiveJournal. Who cares? I'm a blip on the radar here.
And to make my mind pissier I've spent this time going through my photos, finding ones that pertain to Wherehouse Records, and scanning and postingthem
Why?
I do it and the more I have done it the enthusiasm has faded and I just feel melancholy about it.
Again its that purity, something about that place that was so important to me And its gone. And to make matters worse my time there sent me on a path that resulted in five years in a bookstore running their music department. I should have realized that there were careers out there, being something more important than a doormat.
Just a blah day.
Best Buy and Target are supposed to have Wiis tomorrow. Hopefully I'll get one, now do I need one? No. But do I want one still? Yeah. Why not eh?
But all is not lost. So nobody keeps in touch with me. That's fine. You know what? I have a lovely little kitten on my shoulder right now sleeping, stretched out keeping that part of my shoulder warm. I guess this is just part of the transition to adult life. Come April I probably won't give two shits about who isn't in touch with me. I'll be too busy thinking about my son to worry about people that don't even live in town.