as promised
I'm a fucking pack rat. I really do not like to throw shit away until I'm 10 years removed from it- and even then, I like to recollect about those days past. I was just looking back to emails I've saved from the middle of 2000. Tell me you know *anyone* (or yourself) who actually has saved emails from almost 7 years ago. And really, these were not emails to reminisce about unless you are strange like me. I saved email from my days of working at Mindspring/Earthlink (only some of you will appreciate this). Not just personal emails I received from friends and cohorts at the time, but the actual work-related emails telling us about the 2000 401k plan enrollment deadline and how Rene Lopez hopes to instill as much knowledge about the broadband operations procedures into us as humanly possible.
It goes without saying that when I found the email that had the rundown of people whom I worked with and their respective lunch schedule at the time, I immediately searched for them on Myspace. Interestingly enough, not a single motherfucker has progressed to Myspace. Oh well. I don't miss them anyways.
As such, I've been in the mood to recollect of times past. Seems to be yet another familiar theme to anytime I've ever sat down to write. Of course, thanks to our friends at the Wayback Machine, I can revisit my pathetic life from just before July 4th of 2001, before all innocence was lost:
"So, here is to wishing everyone a happy Fourth of July. Well, fuck it. I hope everyone has a nice day off of work. Doesn't really matter what holiday it is. Holidays are nice. Holidays are a reason to sleep in and not go to work. Now, I don't mean to take away from the overall importance and the meaning of Independence day, but it's just that sometimes we are so burnt out that we just need a day off. It is only convenient that it is a holiday of such proportion as this one. It is an excuse to blow shit up, get drunk as fuck, but unfortunately, we must go back to work and back to our somewhat dreary existences the next day. Wednesday is a fucked up day to have a holiday. I won't complain, however. I do get to sleep in tomorrow."
That's not even the tip of the iceberg. I think I'd like to do more of this in the updates to come. Seriously, I miss the old days like you wouldn't believe. I hate getting older, I really do. I really could never have imagined myself in the position in life I'm in now. But I look at some of my friends and think the same thing. This life is too goddamn short.
I'm pretty toasted now, like I probably was that night almost 6 years ago. It's hard to imagine your early to mid-twenties going by that quickly. Aren't these supposed to be the best years of our life? Well, I said it in a rant a long time ago that I never want to think my best days are behind me. I still live by that motto, just with somewhat different parameters.
Well guess what, it's almost the end of the year, and as history has dictated, so has an end-of-the-year update. I enjoy New Years Resolutions because they do give us the opportunity to at least lie to ourselves and convince us that the following year will be the best yet. I hope to wax poetic on that and many other things in updates to come.
And of course, drink lots, lots more...
It goes without saying that when I found the email that had the rundown of people whom I worked with and their respective lunch schedule at the time, I immediately searched for them on Myspace. Interestingly enough, not a single motherfucker has progressed to Myspace. Oh well. I don't miss them anyways.
As such, I've been in the mood to recollect of times past. Seems to be yet another familiar theme to anytime I've ever sat down to write. Of course, thanks to our friends at the Wayback Machine, I can revisit my pathetic life from just before July 4th of 2001, before all innocence was lost:
"So, here is to wishing everyone a happy Fourth of July. Well, fuck it. I hope everyone has a nice day off of work. Doesn't really matter what holiday it is. Holidays are nice. Holidays are a reason to sleep in and not go to work. Now, I don't mean to take away from the overall importance and the meaning of Independence day, but it's just that sometimes we are so burnt out that we just need a day off. It is only convenient that it is a holiday of such proportion as this one. It is an excuse to blow shit up, get drunk as fuck, but unfortunately, we must go back to work and back to our somewhat dreary existences the next day. Wednesday is a fucked up day to have a holiday. I won't complain, however. I do get to sleep in tomorrow."
That's not even the tip of the iceberg. I think I'd like to do more of this in the updates to come. Seriously, I miss the old days like you wouldn't believe. I hate getting older, I really do. I really could never have imagined myself in the position in life I'm in now. But I look at some of my friends and think the same thing. This life is too goddamn short.
I'm pretty toasted now, like I probably was that night almost 6 years ago. It's hard to imagine your early to mid-twenties going by that quickly. Aren't these supposed to be the best years of our life? Well, I said it in a rant a long time ago that I never want to think my best days are behind me. I still live by that motto, just with somewhat different parameters.
Well guess what, it's almost the end of the year, and as history has dictated, so has an end-of-the-year update. I enjoy New Years Resolutions because they do give us the opportunity to at least lie to ourselves and convince us that the following year will be the best yet. I hope to wax poetic on that and many other things in updates to come.
And of course, drink lots, lots more...