What can be asked of one's self?
First off, I apologize to all the people whose calls have gone unanswered recently.
My phone is damn near useless.
If it were an animal or woman, I would take it out back, and have it shot.
How's life, all?
Decent?
Wonderful?
Dreadful?
Oh yeah, insomnia.
Which is why I'm online at 3 am.
Fun.
I'm happy.
Just an FYI, but I'm posting it anyway.
I'm broke, lame, but I'm running hard.
Bettering one's self may just be masturbatory, but I'm doing it anyway.
I'm practicing interpersonel skills, learning, and exercising again.
Hell, I'm even dating again.
Been going out with Jamie Marra for about two months now.
Yes, I know.
It's hard to imagine anyone putting up with me for that long, but it's true.
It sure as hell isn't the sex, money, prestige, or anything tangible.
I don't say I have a winning personality, to be sure, but I CAN be charismatic at times.
It's all about projection.
If you can project your own self confidence, or illusion of it, people pick up on that.
With that said, my brain is just about the only damn thing I have, that I am proud of.
The meat...
The meat needs some refinement, and even then, the genetic stock isn't worth writing home about.
Maybe I'll just evolve beyond this fleshy prison.
Be and Archon or something.
Been writing too!
Campaigns aplenty, and a short story or two for variety.
I have vague notions of plastering bellevue with a motivational essay, but a few problems arise.
One; I don't actually know if that's legal or not.
Two; I need to condense the thoughts into one page. Not easy.
Three; Minions are needed to distribute this essay.
Ugh. I think I'm losing circadian and mental stability.
Oh yes... Levels are falling all over the place.
Hmmm.
Maybe if I slept more often, the meat would be more willing to submit to the mind's will...
Nah. That would mean that I have to sleep, and clearly, that's impossible.
*Sigh*
What a waste of electronic space this was.
Whatever.
Out.
My phone is damn near useless.
If it were an animal or woman, I would take it out back, and have it shot.
How's life, all?
Decent?
Wonderful?
Dreadful?
Oh yeah, insomnia.
Which is why I'm online at 3 am.
Fun.
I'm happy.
Just an FYI, but I'm posting it anyway.
I'm broke, lame, but I'm running hard.
Bettering one's self may just be masturbatory, but I'm doing it anyway.
I'm practicing interpersonel skills, learning, and exercising again.
Hell, I'm even dating again.
Been going out with Jamie Marra for about two months now.
Yes, I know.
It's hard to imagine anyone putting up with me for that long, but it's true.
It sure as hell isn't the sex, money, prestige, or anything tangible.
I don't say I have a winning personality, to be sure, but I CAN be charismatic at times.
It's all about projection.
If you can project your own self confidence, or illusion of it, people pick up on that.
With that said, my brain is just about the only damn thing I have, that I am proud of.
The meat...
The meat needs some refinement, and even then, the genetic stock isn't worth writing home about.
Maybe I'll just evolve beyond this fleshy prison.
Be and Archon or something.
Been writing too!
Campaigns aplenty, and a short story or two for variety.
I have vague notions of plastering bellevue with a motivational essay, but a few problems arise.
One; I don't actually know if that's legal or not.
Two; I need to condense the thoughts into one page. Not easy.
Three; Minions are needed to distribute this essay.
Ugh. I think I'm losing circadian and mental stability.
Oh yes... Levels are falling all over the place.
Hmmm.
Maybe if I slept more often, the meat would be more willing to submit to the mind's will...
Nah. That would mean that I have to sleep, and clearly, that's impossible.
*Sigh*
What a waste of electronic space this was.
Whatever.
Out.