How that's a goot, hits ligh pie.
ah, the drearily lovely winter months! quite possibly the most dissatisfactory temper (seasonally speaking) to appoint as a new beginning. stupid romans messed everything up with their mischievous calendar reform. sure, pope gregory iii reformed it further, but before caesar we still started in martius with the vernal equinox, so this particular problem is all on him. january... whatever. what a stupid month.
we're just past the ides of the first month of the oh-five, and i'm already kinda bored with myself. everything i'm involved with is not quite doing it for me, i guess. there's some stuff i get excited about still, but all that seems a little elusive for the now, so i'm sitting with this unfulfilled aloofness that's just kind of a downer. it'll pass, and at best serve as motivation to do something for myself, so i'm not too worried about it. it's something to whine about though, and i feel complainy. so there. go me!
we're just past the ides of the first month of the oh-five, and i'm already kinda bored with myself. everything i'm involved with is not quite doing it for me, i guess. there's some stuff i get excited about still, but all that seems a little elusive for the now, so i'm sitting with this unfulfilled aloofness that's just kind of a downer. it'll pass, and at best serve as motivation to do something for myself, so i'm not too worried about it. it's something to whine about though, and i feel complainy. so there. go me!