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Judas Iscariot and How the West Was Won
I've tried to write this entry about thrice now. I keep getting frustrated in my inability to say what I really want to say. Along that vein, I'm beginning to think that my journal doesn't have much substance... well big surprise. However, I'm convinced that if given the chance to really explore the entire scope of my various uncomfortable situations, they would be at least slightly more insightful. I know I should just go all out, with disregard for anyone that might be impicated or learn something disconcerting, but I prefer to wrap up my loose ends face to face before putting it all out there. Now I'm going to dance around various issues while still purging myself of all the ickyness that's built up over the weekend.
I'm resentful, and impatient. I need something to change, now. I'm feeling edgy, and caustic. Let's go team, move it along.
Together, we have enough baggage to sink the Titanic. That is to say, our carry-on luggage has a mass comparable to that of an iceberg, with the characteristic ragged edges and sharp points. Nobody really needs this, so I'm just going to downplay it as much as possible while simultaneously whining to those who know what the fuck I'm talking about.
I feel so unmotivated to work. This is not a good habit. However, there is no end in sight, I find it much more comforting to sit around and watch O.C. for hours on end, and drink my feelings.
I'm almost sure there's more, but... it escapes me.
I've tried to write this entry about thrice now. I keep getting frustrated in my inability to say what I really want to say. Along that vein, I'm beginning to think that my journal doesn't have much substance... well big surprise. However, I'm convinced that if given the chance to really explore the entire scope of my various uncomfortable situations, they would be at least slightly more insightful. I know I should just go all out, with disregard for anyone that might be impicated or learn something disconcerting, but I prefer to wrap up my loose ends face to face before putting it all out there. Now I'm going to dance around various issues while still purging myself of all the ickyness that's built up over the weekend.
I'm resentful, and impatient. I need something to change, now. I'm feeling edgy, and caustic. Let's go team, move it along.
Together, we have enough baggage to sink the Titanic. That is to say, our carry-on luggage has a mass comparable to that of an iceberg, with the characteristic ragged edges and sharp points. Nobody really needs this, so I'm just going to downplay it as much as possible while simultaneously whining to those who know what the fuck I'm talking about.
I feel so unmotivated to work. This is not a good habit. However, there is no end in sight, I find it much more comforting to sit around and watch O.C. for hours on end, and drink my feelings.
I'm almost sure there's more, but... it escapes me.