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For all the things I do wrong, I think I am doing one thing right: Calling myself on my own bullshit. When I'm alone to myself, I find myself thinking silly things. What gives me hope is that, if they cycle in my skull enough times, a safety catch pops up and socks it down for the count: 3, 2, 1, and the winner (and still champ!)...PERSPECTIVE!
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Santa was very good to me this year. And by Santa, I mean my family and friends and girlfriend. I'm a very, very, very lucky man, and I need to remember that every day. Some aren't so lucky. That's perhaps the biggest point of PERSPECTIVE! I can have.
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Spent most all of the day before yesterday cleaning the apartment and, I gotta say, Laurel and I make a pretty damn good team when it comes to manual labor. I even vaccuumed UNDER THE STEREO AND MY BED. You know how heavy that shit is? As my sister might say, on a scale of 1 to Heavy....they were really fucking heavy. FUck, , it's funnier when it's said in person. I'm not drunk, I'm no a caffeine buzz at work. Bored. FuckKK, I love my new tea thermos.
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I'm reading Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov (yes, I did have to look up that spelling on Wikipedia to be sure; I got it right my first try! Yay!). This shit is awesome. It's a tough choice right now that I'm on such a comfortable break: Get lit/drunk, or read my book. I say it's a choice because there's no fucking way I, or anyone halfway sane, could read Nabokov while high. Those sentences run WAY too long than the attention span of someone flying can maintain. I think the book will win, in the end. Besides, what's better than a good book and sipping on a glass of delicious, cool beer (not bear, as I initially typed)?
The most haunting words you can ever here: "Dear Jesus, do something" (Nabokov).
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Tonight, however, will be an exception. One of my best buddies is coming over tonight and watching End of Evangelion (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I HAVEN'T FULLY GROWN OUT OF ANIME YET WANNA FIGHT ABOUD IT?!) while on some kind of HEAVY intoxication. It's gonna be all kinds of awesome.
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Fuck, seriously dudes, caffeine does weird shit to me. I'm in the middle of work right now and I almost burst into toears while listening to a THRASH METAL song.
I am lucky to be alive.
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Santa was very good to me this year. And by Santa, I mean my family and friends and girlfriend. I'm a very, very, very lucky man, and I need to remember that every day. Some aren't so lucky. That's perhaps the biggest point of PERSPECTIVE! I can have.
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Spent most all of the day before yesterday cleaning the apartment and, I gotta say, Laurel and I make a pretty damn good team when it comes to manual labor. I even vaccuumed UNDER THE STEREO AND MY BED. You know how heavy that shit is? As my sister might say, on a scale of 1 to Heavy....they were really fucking heavy. FUck, , it's funnier when it's said in person. I'm not drunk, I'm no a caffeine buzz at work. Bored. FuckKK, I love my new tea thermos.
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I'm reading Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov (yes, I did have to look up that spelling on Wikipedia to be sure; I got it right my first try! Yay!). This shit is awesome. It's a tough choice right now that I'm on such a comfortable break: Get lit/drunk, or read my book. I say it's a choice because there's no fucking way I, or anyone halfway sane, could read Nabokov while high. Those sentences run WAY too long than the attention span of someone flying can maintain. I think the book will win, in the end. Besides, what's better than a good book and sipping on a glass of delicious, cool beer (not bear, as I initially typed)?
The most haunting words you can ever here: "Dear Jesus, do something" (Nabokov).
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Tonight, however, will be an exception. One of my best buddies is coming over tonight and watching End of Evangelion (YEAH THAT'S RIGHT I HAVEN'T FULLY GROWN OUT OF ANIME YET WANNA FIGHT ABOUD IT?!) while on some kind of HEAVY intoxication. It's gonna be all kinds of awesome.
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Fuck, seriously dudes, caffeine does weird shit to me. I'm in the middle of work right now and I almost burst into toears while listening to a THRASH METAL song.
I am lucky to be alive.