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I know I haven't been putting anything but BS up on here for a while, and for that I am sorry.
On that note, I feel like exercising my fingers a little.
Now, I've been getting calls from this one (800) number that I've ignored, but I answered it while I was driving today and it was a radio station asking if I was "Libido incorporated"
I think this is funny, let alone this not being the first time I've received a call asking for this company. I have not considered becoming a male prostitute; and if I did somehow it would not have a horrible name like that.
Jared and I are thinking about moving up to Portland. We want to check out a new area and expand our horizons in new ways. We have friends up there who are willing to help us with room and board, etc. Leaving people behind will be the most difficult part by far.
I do not feel cornered; rather bound for the road, or the sky, or whatever other form this might turn into. I am host to a thing I am afraid to call "ambition" and it lives inside my chest. It has a little green worm-like body and a red head with tiny horns and black teeth. If I keep feeding him with the truths, influences, and ideas I swallow daily, then he will not cut the motivation into my vital organs for continued proper functioning.
I am off my meds, off my doctors, and off the handle.
On that note, I feel like exercising my fingers a little.
Now, I've been getting calls from this one (800) number that I've ignored, but I answered it while I was driving today and it was a radio station asking if I was "Libido incorporated"
I think this is funny, let alone this not being the first time I've received a call asking for this company. I have not considered becoming a male prostitute; and if I did somehow it would not have a horrible name like that.
Jared and I are thinking about moving up to Portland. We want to check out a new area and expand our horizons in new ways. We have friends up there who are willing to help us with room and board, etc. Leaving people behind will be the most difficult part by far.
I do not feel cornered; rather bound for the road, or the sky, or whatever other form this might turn into. I am host to a thing I am afraid to call "ambition" and it lives inside my chest. It has a little green worm-like body and a red head with tiny horns and black teeth. If I keep feeding him with the truths, influences, and ideas I swallow daily, then he will not cut the motivation into my vital organs for continued proper functioning.
I am off my meds, off my doctors, and off the handle.