Shelter from pigs on the wing
Current Song: Pinback -- Bloods on Fire.
Current Mood: Showing signs of exhaustion.
Probably just because I've only been working and sleeping lately. It's become too easy as of late to contemplate the endless amount of reasons to be drawn toward stagnation. On the one hand, there's a fantasy found dead with the phone off the ringer; on the another hand is the schear (spelling?) amount of assholes out there -- though fortunately the latter inspires at least formidable passion.
You can always tell how sick you are by the quickness with which you hate your enemies.
I'm feeling a little schizophrenic today so my entry, much like my current thoughts, may be a little disorganized. So it turns out that my boss may owe me months of backpay for screwing me out of certain premiums, aside from that I hear I'll be getting a pay raise for being sexy. Then he invited me back to his gingerbread house. Or it's for being there for a certain amount of time, either or.
Due to the quickness and passion with which I read the text on neuroscience I have ordered a few more texts on neuroanatomy. I'm sure my descent into nerd-dom will be quick and painless. The random bouts of alcohol abuse are the only thing slowing the pace, I think. Got invited to go out later this week with Katie and her roommates but I probably won't go. There's just something of a disrespect I have for women whose heads are chalk full of stupid.
/Marc
"Thus we gain by making it Something, but we have the use by making it Nothing."
--Lao Tsu.
Current Mood: Showing signs of exhaustion.
Probably just because I've only been working and sleeping lately. It's become too easy as of late to contemplate the endless amount of reasons to be drawn toward stagnation. On the one hand, there's a fantasy found dead with the phone off the ringer; on the another hand is the schear (spelling?) amount of assholes out there -- though fortunately the latter inspires at least formidable passion.
You can always tell how sick you are by the quickness with which you hate your enemies.
I'm feeling a little schizophrenic today so my entry, much like my current thoughts, may be a little disorganized. So it turns out that my boss may owe me months of backpay for screwing me out of certain premiums, aside from that I hear I'll be getting a pay raise for being sexy. Then he invited me back to his gingerbread house. Or it's for being there for a certain amount of time, either or.
Due to the quickness and passion with which I read the text on neuroscience I have ordered a few more texts on neuroanatomy. I'm sure my descent into nerd-dom will be quick and painless. The random bouts of alcohol abuse are the only thing slowing the pace, I think. Got invited to go out later this week with Katie and her roommates but I probably won't go. There's just something of a disrespect I have for women whose heads are chalk full of stupid.
/Marc
"Thus we gain by making it Something, but we have the use by making it Nothing."
--Lao Tsu.