Wear the crown.
D-zone is back, bitches. Starting now, you will refer to him as "LORD D-ZONE THE MAGNIFICENT." If it is in print, it must be in all caps. If you say it, you must yell it. Let it be known.
I don't have much to write about lately. My days have consisted of the wonderful Cuppycake Gumdrops (otherwise known as the beautiful and essentially awe-inspiring Amander "Hugnkiss" Smith), stressing myself immensely about the future and miscellaneous trips to Denny's with the loves of my life, Arkansas Eli Douchebag Bennett and Karebear Lee Fisher. The latter of which's cat had kittens! I'm gonna see them tomorrow after work! Yes!
My head is empty. Aside from the future-stressing, my concerns are limited to eating and not drowning in the shower. Which, on many occasions, I have almost managed to do. Spectacular.
I am approaching a state of blind equanimity. While I'm not exactly pleased with the courses my life may or may not take, I am no longer upset, either. It honestly just doesn't make a difference to me. I am content with simply not thinking so much for a change. I am still worried (read: stressed), like I've said. It isn't exactly overwhelming, however. It's like the chain connected directly to my brain keeping me from floating completely away from reality. I'm safely elevated, if you will.
My lack of motivation is the root of my stress. I have "had my hands in many soups", as Richard would say. I have many a plan ready to be set into motion. The kicker is that my indecision and my general laziness continually hold me back. I don't know what I want. The moment I approach a possible option, I either quickly lose interest or find it to be an unattainable pipedream. I am scared of very few things of this world, but my own limitations would be one of those few things. I am terrified of making irreversible mistakes. Starting something I'm not sure I can finish (college, for example) would be a huge and costly mistake for me.
So I sit here before you, not a man but a child. A fickle, meaningless boy. Topping out at 'mediocre', something I used to be adamantly against.
It's not that bad, really.
I don't have much to write about lately. My days have consisted of the wonderful Cuppycake Gumdrops (otherwise known as the beautiful and essentially awe-inspiring Amander "Hugnkiss" Smith), stressing myself immensely about the future and miscellaneous trips to Denny's with the loves of my life, Arkansas Eli Douchebag Bennett and Karebear Lee Fisher. The latter of which's cat had kittens! I'm gonna see them tomorrow after work! Yes!
My head is empty. Aside from the future-stressing, my concerns are limited to eating and not drowning in the shower. Which, on many occasions, I have almost managed to do. Spectacular.
I am approaching a state of blind equanimity. While I'm not exactly pleased with the courses my life may or may not take, I am no longer upset, either. It honestly just doesn't make a difference to me. I am content with simply not thinking so much for a change. I am still worried (read: stressed), like I've said. It isn't exactly overwhelming, however. It's like the chain connected directly to my brain keeping me from floating completely away from reality. I'm safely elevated, if you will.
My lack of motivation is the root of my stress. I have "had my hands in many soups", as Richard would say. I have many a plan ready to be set into motion. The kicker is that my indecision and my general laziness continually hold me back. I don't know what I want. The moment I approach a possible option, I either quickly lose interest or find it to be an unattainable pipedream. I am scared of very few things of this world, but my own limitations would be one of those few things. I am terrified of making irreversible mistakes. Starting something I'm not sure I can finish (college, for example) would be a huge and costly mistake for me.
So I sit here before you, not a man but a child. A fickle, meaningless boy. Topping out at 'mediocre', something I used to be adamantly against.
It's not that bad, really.