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My current goal is to get through Rolling Stone magazines 500 greatest songs of all time. It's taking a lot longer than I would have assumed. But it's been pretty fun listening. Although I am surprised at some of the songs that made the list. Good surprised: Fuck the Police. Bad Surprised: More than a feeling(which closes on the compilation). I guess over played equals greatest hits sometimes. I guess somebody somewhere has to like that stuff. I guess I'll just take my Van Morrison and go pout in corner.
I cracked a chuck of my pinkie toenail almost off. It looks kind of like a loose tooth that just needs one good yank and I'll be out, but I get a feeling ripping nail fragment out of a nail bed might hurt a tad more than ripping out a tooth once the root/nerve is already shot.
I should be at work right now, well I feel like I should. Spring break has turned me into a bigger ball of pointless, unfocused goo much more efficiently and quickly than usual. Maybe it was the trip to Chicago and the furthering of the realization that I need to get the HELL OUT OF MICHIGAN, but I can't quite seem to keep focus. That or the fact I've been turned into a weak kneed, love sick puppy.
A few weeks back I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that the year 2000 was almost ten years ago. It just seem like 10 year, considering how much has changed and how much I've had to grow up and do stuff like pay bills and rent and get jobs and pay taxes, I still feel like a snot nosed kid most days. But I still got plenty of time to grow up still. I don't REALLY have to get my shit together for another year and a half or so.
I woke up the past few mornings to birds chirping. That's all I need. I've seen early spring flowers beginning to peak out of the ground. Fuck my allergies, bloom away nature. Pretty soon I won't have to daydream about summer days with my feet in Lake Michigan. Seriously, Two things got me through this winter and that visual was one.*
I guess it takes arctic chills and no sunlight for weeks leading to unbearable depression to make one REALLY appreciate something as simple as a blue sky and 73 degree days.
*[The other thing that helped me get through this winter is the reason why I'm a weak kneed, love sick puppy.]
I regret nothing.
This entry, like my life, is all non sequitur.
I cracked a chuck of my pinkie toenail almost off. It looks kind of like a loose tooth that just needs one good yank and I'll be out, but I get a feeling ripping nail fragment out of a nail bed might hurt a tad more than ripping out a tooth once the root/nerve is already shot.
I should be at work right now, well I feel like I should. Spring break has turned me into a bigger ball of pointless, unfocused goo much more efficiently and quickly than usual. Maybe it was the trip to Chicago and the furthering of the realization that I need to get the HELL OUT OF MICHIGAN, but I can't quite seem to keep focus. That or the fact I've been turned into a weak kneed, love sick puppy.
A few weeks back I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that the year 2000 was almost ten years ago. It just seem like 10 year, considering how much has changed and how much I've had to grow up and do stuff like pay bills and rent and get jobs and pay taxes, I still feel like a snot nosed kid most days. But I still got plenty of time to grow up still. I don't REALLY have to get my shit together for another year and a half or so.
I woke up the past few mornings to birds chirping. That's all I need. I've seen early spring flowers beginning to peak out of the ground. Fuck my allergies, bloom away nature. Pretty soon I won't have to daydream about summer days with my feet in Lake Michigan. Seriously, Two things got me through this winter and that visual was one.*
I guess it takes arctic chills and no sunlight for weeks leading to unbearable depression to make one REALLY appreciate something as simple as a blue sky and 73 degree days.
*[The other thing that helped me get through this winter is the reason why I'm a weak kneed, love sick puppy.]
I regret nothing.
This entry, like my life, is all non sequitur.