Great.
I'm fucking horrible at writing. . . period. good job. whatever. this is how it went down.
today at work i'm talking to bobby: we're talking about making a food blog eating the same foods but being in completely different places. i recommended we drink sea water and compare tastes. seems like a good idea. i remembered i had this. ..
actually fuck it. i don't even remember the convo. but it came down to me quitting wow. and blogging about it. so bobby changed my password so i cant log in. this was around lunch time, i was almost scared. i had a nervous feeling (like what the fuck am i going to do with all my time if i'm not playing wow for like 4+ hours a night) I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING TO DO but i'm pretty interested to find out what happens. so i threw in the quitting smoking part for extra misery and probably better blogging self pitty content.
right now i'm feeling pretty alright. i need to get laundry up the street and put it in the dryer. i guess i'll clean my room? or shit i don't know. a walk? this is going to be really weird for me. hopefully i can express myself through this. probably not. i'll judge when i read it 4 years from now.
today at work i'm talking to bobby: we're talking about making a food blog eating the same foods but being in completely different places. i recommended we drink sea water and compare tastes. seems like a good idea. i remembered i had this. ..
actually fuck it. i don't even remember the convo. but it came down to me quitting wow. and blogging about it. so bobby changed my password so i cant log in. this was around lunch time, i was almost scared. i had a nervous feeling (like what the fuck am i going to do with all my time if i'm not playing wow for like 4+ hours a night) I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M GOING TO DO but i'm pretty interested to find out what happens. so i threw in the quitting smoking part for extra misery and probably better blogging self pitty content.
right now i'm feeling pretty alright. i need to get laundry up the street and put it in the dryer. i guess i'll clean my room? or shit i don't know. a walk? this is going to be really weird for me. hopefully i can express myself through this. probably not. i'll judge when i read it 4 years from now.