Life Angst
Well now, I’m sitting at my otherwise fave coffee shop, and was in a fairly good mood when I walked up, but their wireless is down, they effed up my order, I’m sitting outside cause it’s too crowded, which means I can’t plug in the ‘puter, I suddenly have a headache from the ever-so-bright “Day Star”…
At least I’m well fed. Yay for silver linings!
My GF tells me we have $0.63 in the bank. Pardon me as I invoke Window’s last version before Vista. XP Ug life. All in all, I must admit that life has been better to me in the last year than it has on over a decade. I got a awesome goil, a roof over my head, and frequent if not regular meals. Yes, for those of you who know me well (and as of the writing of this entry, my Friends list is QUITE small) I was/am homeless. A combo of a bunch of reeeeeeeally bad choices plus an apparent compleat lack of any ability to self launch (though not for lack of trying) lead to my current life path, and now that I finally have a vaguely concrete idea of what to do with my life (other than goof off), being homeless is rather detrimental to getting a better life. (Man, I love those run-on sentences.) I know others have done it. It’s mostly my own self esteem issues that have me quasi-convinced that ‘it is impossible’. *sigh*
On the bright side, I just found today’s funnies.
(fifteen-twenty minutes later)
There, I feel better.
At least I’m well fed. Yay for silver linings!
My GF tells me we have $0.63 in the bank. Pardon me as I invoke Window’s last version before Vista. XP Ug life. All in all, I must admit that life has been better to me in the last year than it has on over a decade. I got a awesome goil, a roof over my head, and frequent if not regular meals. Yes, for those of you who know me well (and as of the writing of this entry, my Friends list is QUITE small) I was/am homeless. A combo of a bunch of reeeeeeeally bad choices plus an apparent compleat lack of any ability to self launch (though not for lack of trying) lead to my current life path, and now that I finally have a vaguely concrete idea of what to do with my life (other than goof off), being homeless is rather detrimental to getting a better life. (Man, I love those run-on sentences.) I know others have done it. It’s mostly my own self esteem issues that have me quasi-convinced that ‘it is impossible’. *sigh*
On the bright side, I just found today’s funnies.
(fifteen-twenty minutes later)
There, I feel better.