Life Is A Rollercoaster... to HELL!
Serenity now! Serenity NOW!
I got my federal tax return already. Talk about fast. I’ve hardly decided what to do with the money and it’s sitting in my account leering at me. I think I am just going to go home, write a check to my Mastercard and kiss the money, and the card, goodbye. It’d be for the best. Pretend the money doesn’t exist and just carry on with my goals. I’d only have one card left then. One sounds better than two. In theory.
After seeing that movie last night; that took place all over Europe, I have even more of an itch to go there now. It all looked so amazing on the big screen in the moments I wasn’t fawning over Matthew Goode. Venice especially. Backpacking across Europe sounds like the most amazing adventure. Exactly what I am looking for at this point in my life.
At the Clark/Lake platform this morning after I got off the Brown line and was waiting for the Green this older Latino gentleman started talking to me. He reminded me a lot of a guy I worked with at the lumber yard years ago; down to the very fact that he struck up such a friendly conversation with me out of nowhere. He was curious to know where my hat was, and when I told him it was in my bag he wondered why it wasn’t on my head. Then made some comment about how I was younger and more resilient.
Somehow we ended up talking about pigeons and found out that it’s actually against the law to feed them in the city; which sounds a bit absurd. I wonder if mankind would just choose to obliterate a species because it tries to make a home where human beings have invaded. Then of course, that makes me think of that bug corpse I found last night and I say, "Hell ya... wipe them out. All of them!"
Ugh! I have woken up about three days in a row now with a sore throat and today it doesn’t seem to be going away. I hate being sick. Rockwell wanted me to go to @mosphere tonight because a friend of his is having some sort of gathering but I am really on the fence about it between my throat and the fact everything I own needs to be washed (meaning both my laundry and the entire apartment to rid it of vile scum).
Maybe I should give up the bars too?
Of course, nothing I’ve given up really has any visible affects yet that I see. My face has cleared up, but that doesn’t mean anything. Tomorrow I could break out because of stress. I can never say it was the soda specifically messing with my skin. I have been dehydrated as all hell this week though. No matter how much water I drink, I feel like a desert inside. I assume it’s the sub-zero temps here.
It was -7 this morning when I left my place. I asked for summer to piss off. I asked for sweater weather. I didn’t ask for my ears to turn purple and fall off. I miss autumn.
I got my federal tax return already. Talk about fast. I’ve hardly decided what to do with the money and it’s sitting in my account leering at me. I think I am just going to go home, write a check to my Mastercard and kiss the money, and the card, goodbye. It’d be for the best. Pretend the money doesn’t exist and just carry on with my goals. I’d only have one card left then. One sounds better than two. In theory.
After seeing that movie last night; that took place all over Europe, I have even more of an itch to go there now. It all looked so amazing on the big screen in the moments I wasn’t fawning over Matthew Goode. Venice especially. Backpacking across Europe sounds like the most amazing adventure. Exactly what I am looking for at this point in my life.
At the Clark/Lake platform this morning after I got off the Brown line and was waiting for the Green this older Latino gentleman started talking to me. He reminded me a lot of a guy I worked with at the lumber yard years ago; down to the very fact that he struck up such a friendly conversation with me out of nowhere. He was curious to know where my hat was, and when I told him it was in my bag he wondered why it wasn’t on my head. Then made some comment about how I was younger and more resilient.
Somehow we ended up talking about pigeons and found out that it’s actually against the law to feed them in the city; which sounds a bit absurd. I wonder if mankind would just choose to obliterate a species because it tries to make a home where human beings have invaded. Then of course, that makes me think of that bug corpse I found last night and I say, "Hell ya... wipe them out. All of them!"
Ugh! I have woken up about three days in a row now with a sore throat and today it doesn’t seem to be going away. I hate being sick. Rockwell wanted me to go to @mosphere tonight because a friend of his is having some sort of gathering but I am really on the fence about it between my throat and the fact everything I own needs to be washed (meaning both my laundry and the entire apartment to rid it of vile scum).
Maybe I should give up the bars too?
Of course, nothing I’ve given up really has any visible affects yet that I see. My face has cleared up, but that doesn’t mean anything. Tomorrow I could break out because of stress. I can never say it was the soda specifically messing with my skin. I have been dehydrated as all hell this week though. No matter how much water I drink, I feel like a desert inside. I assume it’s the sub-zero temps here.
It was -7 this morning when I left my place. I asked for summer to piss off. I asked for sweater weather. I didn’t ask for my ears to turn purple and fall off. I miss autumn.