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"The cheap cocaine, the dry inhale"
After an hour of attempting to ignore the conversation, high-pitched humming and general noise coming from outside my office, I have resorted to the glory of iPod isolation. It may not be enough. It can't be normal to want to throttle someone for humming.
(Initial typo; 'I can't be normal...'
Transition; Sole-Da Baddest Poet. Line 'You want your money come and get it, but you better bring 200 guns and 100 men"
It's also going to be a day of fucking meetings. I think the meetings I attend now may be the most useless meetings in America. I have never seen so much talk by one human with a result of so little action on the part of...everybody.
Then again, I am looking for work. Is it so strange to want to do things?
Also from Da Baddest Poet-'Say you want blood but drink piss all day'
Handy article on taxation in America. Essentially: poor people pay taxes, corporate taxes are absurdly low, and taxes in general are low.
We are getting what we pay for, I suppose.
Spent the weekend micromanaging my finances. As lower middle class, I can imagine how much more stressful things are for people who are actually poor. No wonder most people divorce over issues stemming from money.
People who have bounty tend to have no reason to clash. Then again, bounty could use some redefinition, at least in 'Murica.
Still. That shit is stressful. Can I afford the pint when I go out for the blog? Is it worth it to knuckle down and overpay/plan for expenses? (Fuck yes it is but the short term losses can make it hard to enjoy long term gains.)
Then again; the source of suffering is desire. Perhaps this is a sign to recollect what I need myself. Really, I just miss friends who are faraway and at least a chunk of my expenses (Magic, for example or an XBL account or high speed internet) is about being able to play games/associate with people.
Of course, I value those things pretty highly. When they are absent I can feel it pretty keenly.
The internet brought (and keeps) a lot of good people into my life. Finding them in meatland has been a bigger challenge--game night at Red Castle is fun but hasn't paid off much, just yet. Perhaps it is the impatience of a child that I need to revisit. Friendships take time, in addition to effort and good ones do not spring up from the aether.
That all said, it would have been nice to have a little more to do than clean the fridge, watch Red Cliffs (which was pretty good) and tweaktweaktweak Magic decks.
I guess I really should get on writing that vampire story.
After an hour of attempting to ignore the conversation, high-pitched humming and general noise coming from outside my office, I have resorted to the glory of iPod isolation. It may not be enough. It can't be normal to want to throttle someone for humming.
(Initial typo; 'I can't be normal...'
Transition; Sole-Da Baddest Poet. Line 'You want your money come and get it, but you better bring 200 guns and 100 men"
It's also going to be a day of fucking meetings. I think the meetings I attend now may be the most useless meetings in America. I have never seen so much talk by one human with a result of so little action on the part of...everybody.
Then again, I am looking for work. Is it so strange to want to do things?
Also from Da Baddest Poet-'Say you want blood but drink piss all day'
Handy article on taxation in America. Essentially: poor people pay taxes, corporate taxes are absurdly low, and taxes in general are low.
We are getting what we pay for, I suppose.
Spent the weekend micromanaging my finances. As lower middle class, I can imagine how much more stressful things are for people who are actually poor. No wonder most people divorce over issues stemming from money.
People who have bounty tend to have no reason to clash. Then again, bounty could use some redefinition, at least in 'Murica.
Still. That shit is stressful. Can I afford the pint when I go out for the blog? Is it worth it to knuckle down and overpay/plan for expenses? (Fuck yes it is but the short term losses can make it hard to enjoy long term gains.)
Then again; the source of suffering is desire. Perhaps this is a sign to recollect what I need myself. Really, I just miss friends who are faraway and at least a chunk of my expenses (Magic, for example or an XBL account or high speed internet) is about being able to play games/associate with people.
Of course, I value those things pretty highly. When they are absent I can feel it pretty keenly.
The internet brought (and keeps) a lot of good people into my life. Finding them in meatland has been a bigger challenge--game night at Red Castle is fun but hasn't paid off much, just yet. Perhaps it is the impatience of a child that I need to revisit. Friendships take time, in addition to effort and good ones do not spring up from the aether.
That all said, it would have been nice to have a little more to do than clean the fridge, watch Red Cliffs (which was pretty good) and tweaktweaktweak Magic decks.
I guess I really should get on writing that vampire story.