Funny is a rabbit with a coconut in his mouth......
Wandering around livejournal today, i find myself tripping over many tumble weeds {and numerous entries from T :) }. Things have been very quit these days.
Is it that we're all busy and have no tyme to brighten the lives of others with the misery occuring in our own?
Is there simply so much fucking drama in our lives that no one wants to really bitch for fear of making things "weird"?
Could my spelling be any worse?
How much longer can i keep this rant a going? (what the hell's a rant)
i have 12 MicroSoft minutes left on the rebuild of my PC, so me's thinks i can go for awile.
I hate being all dressed up, we have major investors in the office and i feel like a monkey wearing these damn clothes. Funny looking riding a motorcycle though.
Anyways, so i kan't help but notice the dull hush that has fallen on the crowd. It doesn't seem to just be in live journal either. Everyone seems to have a problem with everyone else. Like the ring of fire, it's almost like a river of fire is bubbling below us and one of us is bound to explode at random and spew tons of hot red "bitching" out at anyone in our path.
Remember when life was simple, "Tagged a girl, she had to kiss you. Kinda sexy". Has the burden of moving into the postion of replacing our parents droped this much of a burden on us. Do we all feel like we have to become adults, and follow in the footsteps of those before us.
I long for the days when i would infest my body with enough drugs to kill a rihno, drive to a different state, and party all weekend long, have no memory of the events that occured, but sure i had a good tyme, cause the monday morning piss was one of those ones that's hard to control cause you were up all night having sex.(see Me, Myself and Irene if you don't know to what i refer, it really happens).
Has life become so lame and boring that all the i am, is all that i have in the bank and how regularly i can make a mortgage payments, how many toys are in my driveway.
Life used to be fun, and exciting, and full of glitz and jazz. Is my turn in the excitement pool of life over? Did i use all the credit i had at the bank of "your life doesn't suck"? Should i sell all my worldly possesions and just get on a plane, go somewhere i've never been, and see if i can make it?
"We used to read playboy, now it's the vorchak collection"
I feel like there's this black could of rage floating over us all. A sinister game of He said/She said is being played. The knife gets so thick at tymes you could cut it with a tension. Maybe we should set up a video camera, get hammered beyond belief, and just let fly with the dogs of insults and truth on each other. Sober up and watch the carange from the previous night. Maybe we can then make some head way.
"If only you could have seen, what i've seen, with your eyes"
If you're still with me, please see Tony for some kudos, his are the bestest. I know, i've had them before.
Am I alone in thinking that their is some underlying problem in us all, that if left unchecked will consume our every being. If i'm alone in this, let me know, and we'll all just agree i'm crazy. But i truely feel like we're all about to blow up at each other, for one reason or another. The ice has seem to have gotten thin. As a canadian that worries me.
Side note happy fun tyme smiley message bringer: Muse tickets are our's (we have like 15 too many, so bring the family along)
I'm not trying to put anyone on the spot, or make anyone feel like they must say something. I doubt anyone is still reading at this point. I just wonder if i'm alone in feeling like as of late, it all feels.......
......well......
...fucked.
Is it that we're all busy and have no tyme to brighten the lives of others with the misery occuring in our own?
Is there simply so much fucking drama in our lives that no one wants to really bitch for fear of making things "weird"?
Could my spelling be any worse?
How much longer can i keep this rant a going? (what the hell's a rant)
i have 12 MicroSoft minutes left on the rebuild of my PC, so me's thinks i can go for awile.
I hate being all dressed up, we have major investors in the office and i feel like a monkey wearing these damn clothes. Funny looking riding a motorcycle though.
Anyways, so i kan't help but notice the dull hush that has fallen on the crowd. It doesn't seem to just be in live journal either. Everyone seems to have a problem with everyone else. Like the ring of fire, it's almost like a river of fire is bubbling below us and one of us is bound to explode at random and spew tons of hot red "bitching" out at anyone in our path.
Remember when life was simple, "Tagged a girl, she had to kiss you. Kinda sexy". Has the burden of moving into the postion of replacing our parents droped this much of a burden on us. Do we all feel like we have to become adults, and follow in the footsteps of those before us.
I long for the days when i would infest my body with enough drugs to kill a rihno, drive to a different state, and party all weekend long, have no memory of the events that occured, but sure i had a good tyme, cause the monday morning piss was one of those ones that's hard to control cause you were up all night having sex.(see Me, Myself and Irene if you don't know to what i refer, it really happens).
Has life become so lame and boring that all the i am, is all that i have in the bank and how regularly i can make a mortgage payments, how many toys are in my driveway.
Life used to be fun, and exciting, and full of glitz and jazz. Is my turn in the excitement pool of life over? Did i use all the credit i had at the bank of "your life doesn't suck"? Should i sell all my worldly possesions and just get on a plane, go somewhere i've never been, and see if i can make it?
"We used to read playboy, now it's the vorchak collection"
I feel like there's this black could of rage floating over us all. A sinister game of He said/She said is being played. The knife gets so thick at tymes you could cut it with a tension. Maybe we should set up a video camera, get hammered beyond belief, and just let fly with the dogs of insults and truth on each other. Sober up and watch the carange from the previous night. Maybe we can then make some head way.
"If only you could have seen, what i've seen, with your eyes"
If you're still with me, please see Tony for some kudos, his are the bestest. I know, i've had them before.
Am I alone in thinking that their is some underlying problem in us all, that if left unchecked will consume our every being. If i'm alone in this, let me know, and we'll all just agree i'm crazy. But i truely feel like we're all about to blow up at each other, for one reason or another. The ice has seem to have gotten thin. As a canadian that worries me.
Side note happy fun tyme smiley message bringer: Muse tickets are our's (we have like 15 too many, so bring the family along)
I'm not trying to put anyone on the spot, or make anyone feel like they must say something. I doubt anyone is still reading at this point. I just wonder if i'm alone in feeling like as of late, it all feels.......
......well......
...fucked.