pre-meeting soul searching from satan's anteroom
you know something must be done when you find yourself reluctantly identifying with every obnoxiously pathetic country song piping through the randomly dispersed speakers in the water-damaged ceiling.
i'm seriously considering blowing something up and continuing on a spree of random acts of public violence.
look for me in the papers. preferably, not in the obits.
enought about my personal life. fix it, don't bitch about it. or don't fix it. either way, keep your trap shut. words to live and/or die by.
i've just made it my new goal to someday soon be the Presence Behind the Door. you know, the one who keeps you waiting in the shadow of Strong Oak With a Smudge of Name-Plate for the meeting at the time They chose simply because They can.
only i fully intend to be punctual. sort of the Person Through the Open Door...
yeh. because i'm cool like that.
further, my job is paying all my relocation costs. and my first months rent and utilities at my new place. which...i have yet to go out and find. for which reason i went this morning to sign the contract on a storage unit for all my worldly possessions.
finally, if you're wondering why i've posted a record number of times this week, it's because i'm procrastinating the completion of a project that requires me to be on the computer for an unacceptable amount of hours. and possibly because i'm having another 'more stressed out than i've ever been in my entire life' phase. oh. and because i don't want to go home. go figure.