The plan WAS
I really don't like complaining, especially publicly, unless I'm making some point or joke. So instead of just bitching about my life, I'm gonna make two lists concerning why my life may or may not currently suck, and we can all make our own (slightly) objective decisions and jokes regarding it.
Why my life may not suck:
I don't have pneumonia.
I have a fairly nice place to live.
I have cable (both).
I have use of a computer.
I have friends.
I can pay my bills.
I have my music library.
I don't hate my writing.
Sammy's apparently has no cover this month before 10.
Why my life may suck:
I'll get it again.
I can do nothing to keep the place I live looking fairly nice.
The computer I'm using isn't mine and I feel it's nearing its end; it can barely run the only game I still play.
I have no one beyond a friend.*
I can ONLY pay my bills.
I can't expand my music library without buying a hard-drive that I can't afford.
I don't love my writing.
My crockpot is more of a potcrock.**
* I realized long ago that finding individuals that could relate to me on mental and emotional levels that I consider intimate and comfortable would be a difficult task; at that time I hadn't thought to factor in the changes in my own perspective that have occurred since then, and will certainly continue to. If this were a solvable math problem, exponents would be involved.
** A lima bean pork chop dealio that I do that normally takes ~5 hours took 12 hours, and kept me up all night with its warm watered, hard beaned ass. Tasted lovely once I got to eat it though.
Why my life may not suck:
I don't have pneumonia.
I have a fairly nice place to live.
I have cable (both).
I have use of a computer.
I have friends.
I can pay my bills.
I have my music library.
I don't hate my writing.
Sammy's apparently has no cover this month before 10.
Why my life may suck:
I'll get it again.
I can do nothing to keep the place I live looking fairly nice.
The computer I'm using isn't mine and I feel it's nearing its end; it can barely run the only game I still play.
I have no one beyond a friend.*
I can ONLY pay my bills.
I can't expand my music library without buying a hard-drive that I can't afford.
I don't love my writing.
My crockpot is more of a potcrock.**
* I realized long ago that finding individuals that could relate to me on mental and emotional levels that I consider intimate and comfortable would be a difficult task; at that time I hadn't thought to factor in the changes in my own perspective that have occurred since then, and will certainly continue to. If this were a solvable math problem, exponents would be involved.
** A lima bean pork chop dealio that I do that normally takes ~5 hours took 12 hours, and kept me up all night with its warm watered, hard beaned ass. Tasted lovely once I got to eat it though.