Fucking Texas...
Ok, well I'm not always so great about calling people...so here it is:
I got back to Texas after a hair pulling drive of 13 hours from the border of Texas to Houston. Of course, I would live on the opposite side of this state, right? Go me! But at least I'm close to New Orleans, which I really need to think about making another trip to soon. Anyhow, I'm proud of myself as I've gotten lots done and haven't even left my apartment for more than 30 mins in the last week! Whoot. For some reason since I've been home all I've been able to do is fucking sleep. I think it's my back being a bastard again. Right after I had to move all my shit it started acting up again and giving me hell. And I remember sleeping lots when it was healing up. I'm sorry if I haven't called you, I've been comatose and very slowly getting around to setting up my apartment. Although alot of what I brought is books. And those of you who know me exceptionally well aren't surprised. The rest of you are probably thinking..."BOOKS! WTF?! YOU TOOK YOUR BOOKS AND NOT YOUR TV?!?!"
Yes, books are far more important to me than just about everything except the people I love and my car. My car is my freedom and the people I love are my life. But my books are a passport to lands and times I could otherwise never see, and hidden wisdoms that have been long forgotten. TV is alot of bullshit noise that can occaisionally be entertaining. But our society relies much too heavily on it. Chances are if they see it on TV they think it's true. TV is the new god of my generation and it's sad.
Anyhow, I'm hungry and the ramen closet awaits. (Yes, to prove how pathetic I am I went to the store the other night and bought a 24 pack of Oriental Ramen. God that's sad)
I got back to Texas after a hair pulling drive of 13 hours from the border of Texas to Houston. Of course, I would live on the opposite side of this state, right? Go me! But at least I'm close to New Orleans, which I really need to think about making another trip to soon. Anyhow, I'm proud of myself as I've gotten lots done and haven't even left my apartment for more than 30 mins in the last week! Whoot. For some reason since I've been home all I've been able to do is fucking sleep. I think it's my back being a bastard again. Right after I had to move all my shit it started acting up again and giving me hell. And I remember sleeping lots when it was healing up. I'm sorry if I haven't called you, I've been comatose and very slowly getting around to setting up my apartment. Although alot of what I brought is books. And those of you who know me exceptionally well aren't surprised. The rest of you are probably thinking..."BOOKS! WTF?! YOU TOOK YOUR BOOKS AND NOT YOUR TV?!?!"
Yes, books are far more important to me than just about everything except the people I love and my car. My car is my freedom and the people I love are my life. But my books are a passport to lands and times I could otherwise never see, and hidden wisdoms that have been long forgotten. TV is alot of bullshit noise that can occaisionally be entertaining. But our society relies much too heavily on it. Chances are if they see it on TV they think it's true. TV is the new god of my generation and it's sad.
Anyhow, I'm hungry and the ramen closet awaits. (Yes, to prove how pathetic I am I went to the store the other night and bought a 24 pack of Oriental Ramen. God that's sad)