:-I
What a below average day.
Broke my laptop. Gonna have to send it in.
I lost my thumbdrive, with full copies of everything I was writing; all my hard-drive copies are missing pages. Finally got that sorted out by re-typing hard copies, onto my lappie, and I kill it.
Discovered an abandoned pile of Jon's washcloths in the corner of the shower that have been there for God knows how long.
In a related note I discovered two previously undescribed strains of fungi.
Have you ever stopped and looked at your life and realized that you're totally clueless?
All of your achievements that you're so proud of, well, they're not that great. That job you love, well, it'll never make you a living. Those friends you care so much about, well, you never call them, and when you do, you just get on their nerves. And those friends that you don't care so much about, well, they fucking adore you, so you'd better recognize and appreciate. And that perfect boyfriend of yours, well, you're falling in and out of love with him like conciousness after a car accident. And that past that you keep living in, well, it ain't going nowhere. And neither are you.
And no one is going to come along and change any of it for you. You have to do it yourself.
I remember when people were complaining so much about wanting to get out of Maryland like another state is going to be any different than this one. I didn't get it then, but I kind of do now. But I think blaming Maryland is a little small-minded. It's the life that I have here that I feel the need to escape. Like a cabin-fever of existance.
I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name...
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I feel like I should be backpacking across Europe, or packing my life into my car and driving it out to LA to persue an acting career. But what would I do once I got there? Get a job at a bar and an apartment with a boyfriend, most likely. I guess new tricks are hard to learn no matter how old you are. Still, it would be nice to at least try. To wet my pants because I don't know how to ask where the bathroom is. To hear "don't call us, we'll call you," with that shit-eating smile full of pity.
The grass is always greener on the other side, and I know that as soon as I'm there I'll wish I was back here. I know that. But I don't feel that way. And I've never been one to let knowlege win out over feelings... I think we all know that by now.
But of coarse there's the money factor. We all know that by now too.
Hey look, one of those rare glimpses into Keeper's psyche...
Broke my laptop. Gonna have to send it in.
I lost my thumbdrive, with full copies of everything I was writing; all my hard-drive copies are missing pages. Finally got that sorted out by re-typing hard copies, onto my lappie, and I kill it.
Discovered an abandoned pile of Jon's washcloths in the corner of the shower that have been there for God knows how long.
In a related note I discovered two previously undescribed strains of fungi.
Have you ever stopped and looked at your life and realized that you're totally clueless?
All of your achievements that you're so proud of, well, they're not that great. That job you love, well, it'll never make you a living. Those friends you care so much about, well, you never call them, and when you do, you just get on their nerves. And those friends that you don't care so much about, well, they fucking adore you, so you'd better recognize and appreciate. And that perfect boyfriend of yours, well, you're falling in and out of love with him like conciousness after a car accident. And that past that you keep living in, well, it ain't going nowhere. And neither are you.
And no one is going to come along and change any of it for you. You have to do it yourself.
I remember when people were complaining so much about wanting to get out of Maryland like another state is going to be any different than this one. I didn't get it then, but I kind of do now. But I think blaming Maryland is a little small-minded. It's the life that I have here that I feel the need to escape. Like a cabin-fever of existance.
I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name...
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I feel like I should be backpacking across Europe, or packing my life into my car and driving it out to LA to persue an acting career. But what would I do once I got there? Get a job at a bar and an apartment with a boyfriend, most likely. I guess new tricks are hard to learn no matter how old you are. Still, it would be nice to at least try. To wet my pants because I don't know how to ask where the bathroom is. To hear "don't call us, we'll call you," with that shit-eating smile full of pity.
The grass is always greener on the other side, and I know that as soon as I'm there I'll wish I was back here. I know that. But I don't feel that way. And I've never been one to let knowlege win out over feelings... I think we all know that by now.
But of coarse there's the money factor. We all know that by now too.
Hey look, one of those rare glimpses into Keeper's psyche...