Short Entry
No no... don't bring out the soapbox yet. Have some pie, we'll talk later.
Just wanted to say that the sabbatical's over. All is well with me. Essentially life is vaguely similar to life a year ago... perhaps with more sobriety and less free time.
So many things I've been wanting to say.
Maybe I'll open a new journal for my novel once it begins to warrant an audience... or maybe I won't make it public and just get it out for the sake of catharsis, fucking the world for it's ambivalence. No idea. Consistant state of flux.
Gotta cut short today with quick updates...
July, turned 23, rousing fuck you to all.
Mom put grandma in a home as she reconstructs her own reality resisting the previous and holding on to the living world just for the vague notion of some kind of indirect spite... perhaps.
Conversely, I have also become one of the few people my age to say that I have my own study, and since inspired by the documentary "Born into this"... we know what I'll be using it for. I'm keeping USA in business with a bottle a day.
Work has been cut to 6 instead of 7 days a week for the sake of my own sanity.
Considering an overwhelming hoard of romantic, economic, social, political, and artistic options at this moment. And Howard of the Geek Squad was attempting to suade me like a heroin addict into getting a gaming machine. Fucking pimps.
Esquire beckons in hours but the familial scavengers will be arriving soon to claim more of the old lady's things. She's not in the ground yet, you vultures!
Oh, don't get high and mighty, Chris. What queensize mattress have YOU claimed this month?
And stop eating all your dad's cheese!
Could use a smoke.
But all in all, 5 by 5.
Monkey out
Just wanted to say that the sabbatical's over. All is well with me. Essentially life is vaguely similar to life a year ago... perhaps with more sobriety and less free time.
So many things I've been wanting to say.
Maybe I'll open a new journal for my novel once it begins to warrant an audience... or maybe I won't make it public and just get it out for the sake of catharsis, fucking the world for it's ambivalence. No idea. Consistant state of flux.
Gotta cut short today with quick updates...
July, turned 23, rousing fuck you to all.
Mom put grandma in a home as she reconstructs her own reality resisting the previous and holding on to the living world just for the vague notion of some kind of indirect spite... perhaps.
Conversely, I have also become one of the few people my age to say that I have my own study, and since inspired by the documentary "Born into this"... we know what I'll be using it for. I'm keeping USA in business with a bottle a day.
Work has been cut to 6 instead of 7 days a week for the sake of my own sanity.
Considering an overwhelming hoard of romantic, economic, social, political, and artistic options at this moment. And Howard of the Geek Squad was attempting to suade me like a heroin addict into getting a gaming machine. Fucking pimps.
Esquire beckons in hours but the familial scavengers will be arriving soon to claim more of the old lady's things. She's not in the ground yet, you vultures!
Oh, don't get high and mighty, Chris. What queensize mattress have YOU claimed this month?
And stop eating all your dad's cheese!
Could use a smoke.
But all in all, 5 by 5.
Monkey out