Where the fuck did this estrogen come from?
So I figured I'd whine for awhile. Things have been going superbly at work, and I've been told by upper management that I'm the favourite to land the job I applied for. I just built a bitchin' new computer. I own a television that's more expensive than a lot of my friends' cars. I work my ass off any everyone likes me.
Yet.. I find myself at a frustrated point. This night, I've felt the wonderful malaise of listless depression. I've had urges to start crying. I've worried about my father, and mother and sisters due to his situation. Last I heard he was intibated and couldn't speak or move his neck to even be able to write. I've been furious at being stood up again, yet I really had no plans for the evening. I watched Rudy again. I visited upon the memories of past relationships, specifically reminiscing about being able to just intertwine limbs with someone comfortable with your presence being a feasible way to spend hours. It's ironic how someone as hermetic in nature as I can feel such an intense loneliness.
I have off tomorrow and have no plans. I want to go driving somewhere ludicrously far away, but I have work on Monday. I want to find a way to spend some time, but everything is so ludicrously monotonous. I've debated helping along the accruing damage to my body caused by work, and removing the last two knuckles of my left pinky. I really want to arm-wrestle someone. I bet I could snap some people's forearms with properly exerted torquing force to the ulna.
The funniest thing about this post is the fact that it was written whilst completely sober.
You came to me like a dream
the kind that always leaves
just as the best part starts
it ends so abruptly
and you lay stunned there, naked
in your bedroom all alone
kinda funny how something so soothing
gets interrupted by the ring of a telephone
Yet.. I find myself at a frustrated point. This night, I've felt the wonderful malaise of listless depression. I've had urges to start crying. I've worried about my father, and mother and sisters due to his situation. Last I heard he was intibated and couldn't speak or move his neck to even be able to write. I've been furious at being stood up again, yet I really had no plans for the evening. I watched Rudy again. I visited upon the memories of past relationships, specifically reminiscing about being able to just intertwine limbs with someone comfortable with your presence being a feasible way to spend hours. It's ironic how someone as hermetic in nature as I can feel such an intense loneliness.
I have off tomorrow and have no plans. I want to go driving somewhere ludicrously far away, but I have work on Monday. I want to find a way to spend some time, but everything is so ludicrously monotonous. I've debated helping along the accruing damage to my body caused by work, and removing the last two knuckles of my left pinky. I really want to arm-wrestle someone. I bet I could snap some people's forearms with properly exerted torquing force to the ulna.
The funniest thing about this post is the fact that it was written whilst completely sober.
You came to me like a dream
the kind that always leaves
just as the best part starts
it ends so abruptly
and you lay stunned there, naked
in your bedroom all alone
kinda funny how something so soothing
gets interrupted by the ring of a telephone