just a few thoughts
First off--fuck WoW. I'm back on RO. I don't get to do the quest thing anymore, but it's a lot more fun and easier for me to get parties.
I used to wonder about how my mom knew what I talked to Kristen about. I figured she just got really close to the door or something. I was horribly wrong. She had my phone tapped. What's that do for a mother/son relationship?
When I was in high school--when I was a senior in high school--I thought I was a writing god. Turns out, I'm not. I never really was. People just yearn for someone to say something different. No matter how bad it is, they'll applaud. Lesson learned.
I don't think I've written anything worth 12 cents. I realize that the story I should have gotten expelled for made me some money--but that's already been addressed.
The fact of the matter is that I've looked back at my poetry and stories and realized how devoid they were of anything resembling value. As a matter of fact, if you look at it, you'll get the same image back that you took into it.
So, I think I'm going to write stuff that requires no value and is just bullshit writing. Yup. I'm going for horror and maybe romance. Wouldn't that be a kick? The only problem is that I have no idea where to start. I've decided that my one idea is worthless and would shock people too much for them to even consider reading it again. I want a best-seller (which, during my senior year, I thought would be really easy to write--I had muses swimming in my blood stream).
Anyway. . .
I'm working--typing numbers. Here's an example of what I do hundreds of time each day.
F10
Enter
3434625
Enter
F7
POL MAILED or Enter
F2
Enter
Repeat.
If I hit enter instead of POL MAILED, it looks like this
F10
Left Left
Enter
F10
7119451
Enter
F6
A
Enter
tab tab tab
POL MAILED
Repeat
Sometimes I get to type "POL MAILED OVERNIGHT." But that's what I do most of the day for $12/hr.
Then I put those papers in folders or envelopes--depending--and put them in a cart so they get mailed.
wooooooooooooooo!
Most days, I take 2 shits to waste time--or just sit on the toilet and pass out for a little. Phone alarms are my buddies.
. . .
I have a bird now. Her name's Winky. Cute, eh? When she hatched, I guess the one lid wouldn't open, so the vet had to cut it open. But, he couldn't do it all the way or her eye would get seriously screwed up. Kinda looks like she's winking. hahaha. Get it? |34|<4 Yeah. That's me.
She likes my hair. She likes to poop in my hair.
She likes my keyboard. She likes to steal keys from it.
But she's a sweet bird. Likes to sit on my keyboard while I'm ROing and bend her head down so I'll bet her. She gets a little upset if I don't. Oh well. She's soft and cute and it's not much trouble on my part.
Oh. She's a cockatiel.
I used to wonder about how my mom knew what I talked to Kristen about. I figured she just got really close to the door or something. I was horribly wrong. She had my phone tapped. What's that do for a mother/son relationship?
When I was in high school--when I was a senior in high school--I thought I was a writing god. Turns out, I'm not. I never really was. People just yearn for someone to say something different. No matter how bad it is, they'll applaud. Lesson learned.
I don't think I've written anything worth 12 cents. I realize that the story I should have gotten expelled for made me some money--but that's already been addressed.
The fact of the matter is that I've looked back at my poetry and stories and realized how devoid they were of anything resembling value. As a matter of fact, if you look at it, you'll get the same image back that you took into it.
So, I think I'm going to write stuff that requires no value and is just bullshit writing. Yup. I'm going for horror and maybe romance. Wouldn't that be a kick? The only problem is that I have no idea where to start. I've decided that my one idea is worthless and would shock people too much for them to even consider reading it again. I want a best-seller (which, during my senior year, I thought would be really easy to write--I had muses swimming in my blood stream).
Anyway. . .
I'm working--typing numbers. Here's an example of what I do hundreds of time each day.
F10
Enter
3434625
Enter
F7
POL MAILED or Enter
F2
Enter
Repeat.
If I hit enter instead of POL MAILED, it looks like this
F10
Left Left
Enter
F10
7119451
Enter
F6
A
Enter
tab tab tab
POL MAILED
Repeat
Sometimes I get to type "POL MAILED OVERNIGHT." But that's what I do most of the day for $12/hr.
Then I put those papers in folders or envelopes--depending--and put them in a cart so they get mailed.
wooooooooooooooo!
Most days, I take 2 shits to waste time--or just sit on the toilet and pass out for a little. Phone alarms are my buddies.
. . .
I have a bird now. Her name's Winky. Cute, eh? When she hatched, I guess the one lid wouldn't open, so the vet had to cut it open. But, he couldn't do it all the way or her eye would get seriously screwed up. Kinda looks like she's winking. hahaha. Get it? |34|<4 Yeah. That's me.
She likes my hair. She likes to poop in my hair.
She likes my keyboard. She likes to steal keys from it.
But she's a sweet bird. Likes to sit on my keyboard while I'm ROing and bend her head down so I'll bet her. She gets a little upset if I don't. Oh well. She's soft and cute and it's not much trouble on my part.
Oh. She's a cockatiel.