39 tiny flashing candles floating into tiny flashing space, with tiny flashing carl jung
Its been 39 weeks since I've posted anything here. I suppose its a while, but I don't really have anything to say, even now I dont have much to say, but I do know that i WANT to say something.
I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated with my life and almost all aspects of it, with the exception of the few friends I still hang out with, and drinking. Oh, joyous drinking, how I love you so.
I've got a new daydream. I dream of being in the fifties, or sixties, and Im driving. Its early in the morning of some summer, the sun is just coming up and its just cool enough to make yout skin have that wierd tingle to it, you know the one im talking about? Where its not warm, or cold, just sharp and fresh. My daydream continues, as I drive through the country somewhere in the south (Georgia maybe?) I reach into the seat next to me, and grab a beer. At this point I feel I should point out that I don't drink and drive, ever. Not once. I wont drive after two beers, nor put myself in the position to. With that said its a very peaceful daydream for me. Just me, and Hank Williams on the radio, driving by myself enjoying a beer or two, or three, or four.
I've realized recently how little contact I have with people I used to know, people I still call friends, but know nothing about, and never call. This I think must end, so if you know me, or knew me, and want to be a reciever of my new "call my friends and talk" strategum, let me know and I shall place you thusly.
I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated with my life and almost all aspects of it, with the exception of the few friends I still hang out with, and drinking. Oh, joyous drinking, how I love you so.
I've got a new daydream. I dream of being in the fifties, or sixties, and Im driving. Its early in the morning of some summer, the sun is just coming up and its just cool enough to make yout skin have that wierd tingle to it, you know the one im talking about? Where its not warm, or cold, just sharp and fresh. My daydream continues, as I drive through the country somewhere in the south (Georgia maybe?) I reach into the seat next to me, and grab a beer. At this point I feel I should point out that I don't drink and drive, ever. Not once. I wont drive after two beers, nor put myself in the position to. With that said its a very peaceful daydream for me. Just me, and Hank Williams on the radio, driving by myself enjoying a beer or two, or three, or four.
I've realized recently how little contact I have with people I used to know, people I still call friends, but know nothing about, and never call. This I think must end, so if you know me, or knew me, and want to be a reciever of my new "call my friends and talk" strategum, let me know and I shall place you thusly.