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I'm exhausted, and I guess writing is it out is a good way to vent it, put it in perspective, Validate it, or realize it's not all bad. I'm kind of sick of every form of social internet right now, so why not kick it back a decade right?
Anyways, I just want to write this stuff out to be documented, not bring down everyone's day in their "Feed"s and what have you. Just be reminded of that time that the only meals I ate were toast because it was the only food source I could conjure up due to everything being closed in my freedom hours. OR, how "for someone who hates capitalism so much, you sure do work alot". And how I became loyal to past partnerships that have helped me, and future ones that I'm trying to set out on a good foot with. How it's come down to paddling in a puddle of guilt, for not being coherent amongst my out of town friends, or not wanting to sleep in your bed because there is still some level of thinking involved that I can no longer grasp.
How I've become a constant flux of mood, getting annoyed with the simple question of "What are you up to?" mixed then with it being 1:am and no one calling.
It's insane Living the Vancouver dream in Montreal. This shit is so fucked. And especially being excited for any glimpse of a 24 hours un-obligated mean's I might get by taxes done on time, or I'll make it to a Dollarama so I can get new shoe laces. When that's all said and done, I have mail back-up for over six weeks, and to boot, we just recived a new MRR I want to catch up on.
All my underwear has been flipped inside out, and that's almost at the end. The idea of laundry before work seems overwhelming, and you know it's sad when the excitement of your life is domestic.
Notes
x. Hermetic
x. Riding one Job to another in head winds in 18 minutes.
x. Cutting my hair.
x. Item's I might spend my winning's earnings on: Digital Camera, Tattoo, or livin'.
x. Corridors first show (see Star Wars Colecovision)
x. Realizing I'm one of those people who never changes.
-> Loving my friends who are okay with that and bare with.
Anyways, I just want to write this stuff out to be documented, not bring down everyone's day in their "Feed"s and what have you. Just be reminded of that time that the only meals I ate were toast because it was the only food source I could conjure up due to everything being closed in my freedom hours. OR, how "for someone who hates capitalism so much, you sure do work alot". And how I became loyal to past partnerships that have helped me, and future ones that I'm trying to set out on a good foot with. How it's come down to paddling in a puddle of guilt, for not being coherent amongst my out of town friends, or not wanting to sleep in your bed because there is still some level of thinking involved that I can no longer grasp.
How I've become a constant flux of mood, getting annoyed with the simple question of "What are you up to?" mixed then with it being 1:am and no one calling.
It's insane Living the Vancouver dream in Montreal. This shit is so fucked. And especially being excited for any glimpse of a 24 hours un-obligated mean's I might get by taxes done on time, or I'll make it to a Dollarama so I can get new shoe laces. When that's all said and done, I have mail back-up for over six weeks, and to boot, we just recived a new MRR I want to catch up on.
All my underwear has been flipped inside out, and that's almost at the end. The idea of laundry before work seems overwhelming, and you know it's sad when the excitement of your life is domestic.
Notes
x. Hermetic
x. Riding one Job to another in head winds in 18 minutes.
x. Cutting my hair.
x. Item's I might spend my winning's earnings on: Digital Camera, Tattoo, or livin'.
x. Corridors first show (see Star Wars Colecovision)
x. Realizing I'm one of those people who never changes.
-> Loving my friends who are okay with that and bare with.