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I'm sitting here at my desk.
And I realize, it's my desk.
Noone else's. Noone can claim the hairs
I pick off the keyboard as I shed. Noone
has the pair of Nida scissors that were
bought 9 years ago sitting in front of
them as I do.
I question why it's my desk.
I want to know if this is what fate
really had in store for me. Is this
who I should be? Is this my place in
the world? What is my purpose? I've
thought these things many times before
but all to the same conclusion I gave
Jessy when we broke up.
I can't see the future.
I don't know.
I'll take what the world throws at me
and roll with it. If it's favorable,
then good. If not, I'll still suffice.
You'll never be rid of me, but you
might make me adapt to changes.
So, in terms of things that make sense
to the rest of the human population.
&&&&&&NOTES&&&&&&&
#Ant is going to live with his mum,
which steals away my idea of getting
a roommate. I wish him the best of luck.
#I might just stay at home here and make
more money even though I hate the job; it
pays well.
#I have 750+ to fix my car, or move out,
or blow on midget monkey strippers if I
want too.
#I'm either quitting or just cutting back
on my smoking. I haven't decided yet.
#I love the way I'm evolving with my music.
I have so much of it now, and so much of it
is good. I do have some crap in there that
I do like, but yeah. Shush you!
#I still plan on attending college in January
to finish my degree in Computer Science at
Lake City Community College. I don't know if
it's what I really want, but it's what I really
need.
#I'm not happy here at home, but I'm
in a comfortable routine. That therein
is the problem. I don't want routine.
It was never routine in LC. It was always
chaotic and fun.
#I have lots to think about. Decisions
to make. People to call.
&&&&&&&ENDNOTES&&&&&&&&
Tim.
And I realize, it's my desk.
Noone else's. Noone can claim the hairs
I pick off the keyboard as I shed. Noone
has the pair of Nida scissors that were
bought 9 years ago sitting in front of
them as I do.
I question why it's my desk.
I want to know if this is what fate
really had in store for me. Is this
who I should be? Is this my place in
the world? What is my purpose? I've
thought these things many times before
but all to the same conclusion I gave
Jessy when we broke up.
I can't see the future.
I don't know.
I'll take what the world throws at me
and roll with it. If it's favorable,
then good. If not, I'll still suffice.
You'll never be rid of me, but you
might make me adapt to changes.
So, in terms of things that make sense
to the rest of the human population.
&&&&&&NOTES&&&&&&&
#Ant is going to live with his mum,
which steals away my idea of getting
a roommate. I wish him the best of luck.
#I might just stay at home here and make
more money even though I hate the job; it
pays well.
#I have 750+ to fix my car, or move out,
or blow on midget monkey strippers if I
want too.
#I'm either quitting or just cutting back
on my smoking. I haven't decided yet.
#I love the way I'm evolving with my music.
I have so much of it now, and so much of it
is good. I do have some crap in there that
I do like, but yeah. Shush you!
#I still plan on attending college in January
to finish my degree in Computer Science at
Lake City Community College. I don't know if
it's what I really want, but it's what I really
need.
#I'm not happy here at home, but I'm
in a comfortable routine. That therein
is the problem. I don't want routine.
It was never routine in LC. It was always
chaotic and fun.
#I have lots to think about. Decisions
to make. People to call.
&&&&&&&ENDNOTES&&&&&&&&
Tim.