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Noah:
is it just me or does it simply not matter that it's '09 ? 2:41
nothing ever changes. 2:41
Joshua:
yea 2:43
i mean 2:43
it could be 2009 2:43
it could be 1734 2:43
who cares 2:43
the only difference is that i will live long enough to hate being alive. 2:43
And with a new year, I am going to make an effort to begin blogging again, get involved in the interweb writings of old.
2008 was probably the most difficult and exciting year so far, and with its end I look forward to this year being just as hard, but easy now, because, well, i did it in 2008 and that shit be easy now, yaheard.
There is a lot going on, and I am not going to talk about it. Part of this is me not wanting to be so vain as to think that people will be entertained by reading about me making dinner, making music and doing what the hell ever. I am going to try and go back to my roots and just talk about interesting stories and thoughts, things that I see, seems more pretentious, but also more enjoyable for everyone involved... if you really wanna know what I'm doing creatively these days, there are plenty of resources for that on the internet. but really, i mean, who cares what i'm doing?
On New Year's day at about 3:30AM I walked into a plate glass window and snapped the arm off of my glasses. As I heard my windows to the world clatter to the cool tile floor in two pieces, my heart sank and i slipped to my knees to fumble about blindly hoping that what i heard was incorrect; that my ears had lied to me. I was not sad because I had broken my glasses, no, I was depressed because I was going to have to deal with something, and I had been making a rather concerted effort to deal with nothing for a solid two weeks.
The next morning, tiny super glue bottle in hand, I attempted to reattach the arm and found that there was a leak in the bottle, this was revealed to me by the fact that I had just sprayed super glue all over both of my hands, applying none to the glasses. I screamed in rage as the glue dripped from my hands - upheld to show Meagan the damage - to the floor, where moments later my foot would become stuck as well.
eventually, through the tear, i was able to fix my glasses, and through goo-gone remove the sticky, annoying gunk from both hands and feet. I sat and stared at my lemon scented, glue free hands and smiled, knowing that this was a portentious moment, foreshadowing what is to come.
happy new year everyone.
is it just me or does it simply not matter that it's '09 ? 2:41
nothing ever changes. 2:41
Joshua:
yea 2:43
i mean 2:43
it could be 2009 2:43
it could be 1734 2:43
who cares 2:43
the only difference is that i will live long enough to hate being alive. 2:43
And with a new year, I am going to make an effort to begin blogging again, get involved in the interweb writings of old.
2008 was probably the most difficult and exciting year so far, and with its end I look forward to this year being just as hard, but easy now, because, well, i did it in 2008 and that shit be easy now, yaheard.
There is a lot going on, and I am not going to talk about it. Part of this is me not wanting to be so vain as to think that people will be entertained by reading about me making dinner, making music and doing what the hell ever. I am going to try and go back to my roots and just talk about interesting stories and thoughts, things that I see, seems more pretentious, but also more enjoyable for everyone involved... if you really wanna know what I'm doing creatively these days, there are plenty of resources for that on the internet. but really, i mean, who cares what i'm doing?
On New Year's day at about 3:30AM I walked into a plate glass window and snapped the arm off of my glasses. As I heard my windows to the world clatter to the cool tile floor in two pieces, my heart sank and i slipped to my knees to fumble about blindly hoping that what i heard was incorrect; that my ears had lied to me. I was not sad because I had broken my glasses, no, I was depressed because I was going to have to deal with something, and I had been making a rather concerted effort to deal with nothing for a solid two weeks.
The next morning, tiny super glue bottle in hand, I attempted to reattach the arm and found that there was a leak in the bottle, this was revealed to me by the fact that I had just sprayed super glue all over both of my hands, applying none to the glasses. I screamed in rage as the glue dripped from my hands - upheld to show Meagan the damage - to the floor, where moments later my foot would become stuck as well.
eventually, through the tear, i was able to fix my glasses, and through goo-gone remove the sticky, annoying gunk from both hands and feet. I sat and stared at my lemon scented, glue free hands and smiled, knowing that this was a portentious moment, foreshadowing what is to come.
happy new year everyone.