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ahoy matey,
i just took that pirate test thinger. it told me that my pirate captive to torture would be myself. i guess thats what i get for being on my own friends list.
the tox center holiday party is tonight. woohoo... anyway.
got to wake up bright and early, then rush to work for our morning meeting which was a fucking joke since the boss had to go to another meeting less than halfway in...
wtf!?!? why not tell me these things ahead of time so that i can fucking sleep in?
last week he didnt even show up, no explanation.
i mean the meetings not that horribly early, but early enough to make it a pain the the arse for late risers such as myself.
think im getting sick. had a sore throat. i needs to quit smoking those tasty tasty cancer sticks. but they help me keep from wanting other taboo smokables.
im actually doing pretty well with the limits on substance abuse. smoking and drinking one or two times a week, and even then not in excess and id say i smoke about 3 cloves a day, more if i go dancing, but thats still not too bad. my head feels a lot clearer. drinking more caffeine. i find that when im sober im a lot more motivated to read books than watch television/movies. this = a very good thing as i feel a lot more accomplished spending an evening reading than watching the boob toob.
started the first real sketch for my parents yule gift, a copy of -the divine inspiration of jeebus- it turned out okay. having some trouble with the face. havnt started painting anything yet, prolly get a good sketch done first.
cant wait to head back to detroit again.
in light of my soon to be ended couseling sessions ive been trying to self-diagnose. i know it doesnt really work that way, but i feel like ive at least identified a few potential disorders that sound eerily similar. i know the tendency to overanalyze myself runs strong in me, but i think that when called upon i can be fairly objective.
anyway, it seems like people that care are just telling me i need to chill out.
i dont know. is it really such a bad thing to want to constantly be engaged/on/paying full attention to my surroundings. i dunno, i guess it can be kind of exhausting. and i think it makes my personality a little more abrasive, but i feel like there is so much to learn and experience and figure out that to just "chill out" is a waste of time.
its a conundrum.
joined a bunch of online personals thingers. dunno. ive met a couple cool penpal things. its a good time. havnt really decided how seriously i take it.
one is this uber goth site where you get to rate and comment on other peoples profiles... friggin hysterical. good times. it seems like everyone on the site is either a 30-somthing tard or a 14 year old girl. and they are all so forlorn.
i guess i shouldnt make fun, since i too am among their RANKs.
:vP
yeah, buddy.
i want a girlfriend. im such a PD... thats a blast from the LORD past. i salute you, hal0zer0. speaking of that guy, is he/are you gonna be home for yule? you better be, fucker! or i send my knee breakers after you and your little dog too.
k, gotta go do work stuff and heavy lifting. im so fucking buff, check out these guns. fuck yeah.
love luck and lollipops
-ta, mr. monkee
i just took that pirate test thinger. it told me that my pirate captive to torture would be myself. i guess thats what i get for being on my own friends list.
the tox center holiday party is tonight. woohoo... anyway.
got to wake up bright and early, then rush to work for our morning meeting which was a fucking joke since the boss had to go to another meeting less than halfway in...
wtf!?!? why not tell me these things ahead of time so that i can fucking sleep in?
last week he didnt even show up, no explanation.
i mean the meetings not that horribly early, but early enough to make it a pain the the arse for late risers such as myself.
think im getting sick. had a sore throat. i needs to quit smoking those tasty tasty cancer sticks. but they help me keep from wanting other taboo smokables.
im actually doing pretty well with the limits on substance abuse. smoking and drinking one or two times a week, and even then not in excess and id say i smoke about 3 cloves a day, more if i go dancing, but thats still not too bad. my head feels a lot clearer. drinking more caffeine. i find that when im sober im a lot more motivated to read books than watch television/movies. this = a very good thing as i feel a lot more accomplished spending an evening reading than watching the boob toob.
started the first real sketch for my parents yule gift, a copy of -the divine inspiration of jeebus- it turned out okay. having some trouble with the face. havnt started painting anything yet, prolly get a good sketch done first.
cant wait to head back to detroit again.
in light of my soon to be ended couseling sessions ive been trying to self-diagnose. i know it doesnt really work that way, but i feel like ive at least identified a few potential disorders that sound eerily similar. i know the tendency to overanalyze myself runs strong in me, but i think that when called upon i can be fairly objective.
anyway, it seems like people that care are just telling me i need to chill out.
i dont know. is it really such a bad thing to want to constantly be engaged/on/paying full attention to my surroundings. i dunno, i guess it can be kind of exhausting. and i think it makes my personality a little more abrasive, but i feel like there is so much to learn and experience and figure out that to just "chill out" is a waste of time.
its a conundrum.
joined a bunch of online personals thingers. dunno. ive met a couple cool penpal things. its a good time. havnt really decided how seriously i take it.
one is this uber goth site where you get to rate and comment on other peoples profiles... friggin hysterical. good times. it seems like everyone on the site is either a 30-somthing tard or a 14 year old girl. and they are all so forlorn.
i guess i shouldnt make fun, since i too am among their RANKs.
:vP
yeah, buddy.
i want a girlfriend. im such a PD... thats a blast from the LORD past. i salute you, hal0zer0. speaking of that guy, is he/are you gonna be home for yule? you better be, fucker! or i send my knee breakers after you and your little dog too.
k, gotta go do work stuff and heavy lifting. im so fucking buff, check out these guns. fuck yeah.
love luck and lollipops
-ta, mr. monkee