Beauty and Stupid
In the last few days, I have come to realize many a things....One being that I'm still like 6 years old inside. In a way that doesn't make me feel too awfully retarded. More in the vein of I"m enjoying all sorts of small things, and feeling somewhat stable. Even though I know I'm decidedly not. The next is that some things never go away. Things that I thought I had sullied, ruined, fucked over backwards twice, have taken a turn for the better. Actually, they, for my part, we more neutral from the beginning than I thought possible. Seeing a person, who I care dearly for in a new light, while retaining that same inner fucking awesome, is a thing of beauty.
Speaking of beauty, other events of the past weekend have caused me to feel satisfied, overwhelmed, sleepy, stupid, cared about, blushy, a feeling of something a long time coming, lazy, drunk and just pretty much awesome. 3 mostly solid days of feelings and experiences have got my mind working on overtime to catch up and try to enjoy myself more. Simplicity can be wonderful, but I do miss being perambulatory. The world may not be passing me by in any true sense, but I used to be so much more out going. I'm getting to be a troglodyte in my old age. Albeit, a very loquacious troglodyte. Hee, that's totally a band name. I digress. Yeah, out more. Set controls for the heart of the sun.
The search for a car continues. Nothing on the horizon at the moment. Fucking fuck. Craigslist and the internet aren't helping to awfully much right now. In the respect, anyways. I need something like a Taurus, or maybe another Escort. Anything that runs and isn't a whore for gas, really. Being without a car is one thing. But, being stuck out here without a car, and not wanting to beg my friends to do the lifting in this situation is hard as shit. I mean, I know my friends are there for me, but, I'm too proud and shy (lol, me shy?!?!) to ask them to help me. I know they all gladly would, but, it's weighs too much on my brain and heart.
Finally, I would like to say that Taco Johns is FUCKING AWESOME!!! I totally held out for it today, and it was like a couple of cookies after and delicious meal. I got some potentially good news and was feeling decent. Taco Johns was so damned tasty that I purchased 3 more, in addition to the 3 I had just fucking slayed, to take home with me and enjoy tomorrow. I shall gush over 2 tacos then, when I, again, will bring about yummy armageddon to 2 very unsuspecting soft tacos. The prophets will speak of my unrelenting pursuit in the total destruction of soft taco-kind. They will make moral lessons about the use of sauce packets that don't talk, or try to hit on me. Possibly, dare I say, should begin construct on a shrine to commemorate the day in which all tasty, yet unhealthy, Mexican inspired foods all collectively shuddered and bowed their cheesy heads in remembrance of the near destruction of their scrumptiously consumable race.
It's been a good day tater...
Speaking of beauty, other events of the past weekend have caused me to feel satisfied, overwhelmed, sleepy, stupid, cared about, blushy, a feeling of something a long time coming, lazy, drunk and just pretty much awesome. 3 mostly solid days of feelings and experiences have got my mind working on overtime to catch up and try to enjoy myself more. Simplicity can be wonderful, but I do miss being perambulatory. The world may not be passing me by in any true sense, but I used to be so much more out going. I'm getting to be a troglodyte in my old age. Albeit, a very loquacious troglodyte. Hee, that's totally a band name. I digress. Yeah, out more. Set controls for the heart of the sun.
The search for a car continues. Nothing on the horizon at the moment. Fucking fuck. Craigslist and the internet aren't helping to awfully much right now. In the respect, anyways. I need something like a Taurus, or maybe another Escort. Anything that runs and isn't a whore for gas, really. Being without a car is one thing. But, being stuck out here without a car, and not wanting to beg my friends to do the lifting in this situation is hard as shit. I mean, I know my friends are there for me, but, I'm too proud and shy (lol, me shy?!?!) to ask them to help me. I know they all gladly would, but, it's weighs too much on my brain and heart.
Finally, I would like to say that Taco Johns is FUCKING AWESOME!!! I totally held out for it today, and it was like a couple of cookies after and delicious meal. I got some potentially good news and was feeling decent. Taco Johns was so damned tasty that I purchased 3 more, in addition to the 3 I had just fucking slayed, to take home with me and enjoy tomorrow. I shall gush over 2 tacos then, when I, again, will bring about yummy armageddon to 2 very unsuspecting soft tacos. The prophets will speak of my unrelenting pursuit in the total destruction of soft taco-kind. They will make moral lessons about the use of sauce packets that don't talk, or try to hit on me. Possibly, dare I say, should begin construct on a shrine to commemorate the day in which all tasty, yet unhealthy, Mexican inspired foods all collectively shuddered and bowed their cheesy heads in remembrance of the near destruction of their scrumptiously consumable race.
It's been a good day tater...