Death is the greatest adventure
Everyday I am happier that I am closer to death reather then to birth, if that sounds pessimistic or depressive, re-read it and actually think about it.
If I didn't know any better I would have thought that 30 hours ago I had died, and at sometime since then I have been re-born. Right now I am concerned with the fact that I may have felt better being dead. But such is the life that we live. I am concerned with the fact that most of the people that I know have not had a cataclismic event in thier lives to put things into prespective. Petty bullshit, rumors, finger pointing, red tape...Everytime I start to think that maybe people are starting to grow up a little, more shit starts, and everyone forgets about the big picture.
But to show that even this cloud has a silver lining, I'll talk about something a little less depressing: Ice Cream. There. See, not everything is rain clouds and blood stains...there's always ice cream...unless of course the blood spatters into the ice cream...
In one of my less favorable ideas, I'm going to go get dressed now and try and be social, I don;t see anything good comming of this, but no one has given me a better idea, nor given me a reason to be optimistic yet. So, as I love to do with my life, I'm going to roll the dice and see what happens. I love dice. Fuck the politics that make it so that I have to get on a boat and travel to international waters just to play craps. Well, So it goes. and goes. and goes.