Jan 08, 2008 02:57
Can't figure out whats wrong with my car, or even if their is anything wrong.
Work is work, meh, not good, not bad.
I can't decide if hearing Rachel's voice stung, or if it was the way she talked, like the tone, so devoid of love, or, as expected, a way in which it was just normal, like we (of course) arn't together. (which is the first time ive heard this).
Wish i could play WoW more often/at home.
Trying to find something to do at home other than sleep. I read alot now. I should probably draw...
Officially decided to probably name my car Rudi. (nicknamed BeekooBeekoo). for a variety or reasons, like Rudi Johnson on the bengals it keeps on truckin' through injury and old age to perform. I love it more than most things but it constantly lets me down or fails to reach expectations, leaving me angry, sad, broken, confused, and frustrated all at the same time. She went with me to fetch it, resulting in a fun, meaningful trip across the country that sadly feels like its lost value so this is a way to remember how it was. The main reason is probably because im a self-tourchering masocist who just 'loves the pain' im in. but Rudi it is.
now its 3am and i have to be at work at 8.
Sleep time now
probably sleep time after work.
i cant wait for my existence to mean something...