And somehow the robot always guesses my future - must be the puppy chow.
I sat down with something absolutely amazing (in my mind) to say and then all of a sudden everything that seemed important no longer seemed so... so... imminent. It's funny what love can do to you.
***
I'm without money again. Stupid bills and groceries. Who the fuck needs that shit? When will the world realize that survival is all about how many new released movies you can cram into your schedule or how many fifteen dollar orders of Orange Chicken and Pork Fried rice you order. Oh and air conditioning should run on mental energy - not this "electrical" shit - what year are we in? 1776?
I will shortly be employed at your friendly neighborhood Target or Best Buy (again - maybe) while working nights typing, writing, loafing, etc. If you've known me long enough, you know the drill.
*****
I downloaded like six songs tonight - just on a complete whim. If I can't go out and see things and do things - the least I can do is hear as much new music as I can... decent music that is.
******
I started another internet fight with another stranger in another town I have to visit sometime soon again. This time, there was this Highschool Senior hitting on my 14 year old friend that Rachael helped tutor in softball this past summer. Needless to say, I told him that he should fuck off about ten ways from Sunday but oh well. I need some good entertainment.
Entertainment that isn't repeats of the Surreal Life. If I wanted to live in an environment of complete drama queens who all hate each other, I could have stayed in Rock Island. ( No offense to you drama queens out there- hey, who am I to talk?) But damned if it isn't interesting... Surreal Life that is. Janice Dickinson is quite possibly the most interesting bitch I've (not) met in awhile. Maybe it's my inner dramatic self-absorbed alcoholic child that reaches out and finds a kindred spirit... but I find her interesting. That and Omarossa is every scary black bitch I've ever gone to high school with. Seriously.
**********
One thing we do actually send our gold pieces on is Netflix - currently I'm going through the entire 7 seasons of Buffy and all 5 of Angel. I feel like a sell-out sometimes, but once again, damned if it isn't entertaining.
Well look who the prolific one is tonight (see! I did use it correctly!!!). I shall retire soon to my den where I will cuddle up with my sweetie and hope to wake up at a semi-decent hour that isn't six o'clock at night so that I can actually accomplish things during the day.
Or if nothing else, avoid the empty bored feeling that accompanies finding yourself still awake at 8:30 in the morning.
Peace.
***
I'm without money again. Stupid bills and groceries. Who the fuck needs that shit? When will the world realize that survival is all about how many new released movies you can cram into your schedule or how many fifteen dollar orders of Orange Chicken and Pork Fried rice you order. Oh and air conditioning should run on mental energy - not this "electrical" shit - what year are we in? 1776?
I will shortly be employed at your friendly neighborhood Target or Best Buy (again - maybe) while working nights typing, writing, loafing, etc. If you've known me long enough, you know the drill.
*****
I downloaded like six songs tonight - just on a complete whim. If I can't go out and see things and do things - the least I can do is hear as much new music as I can... decent music that is.
******
I started another internet fight with another stranger in another town I have to visit sometime soon again. This time, there was this Highschool Senior hitting on my 14 year old friend that Rachael helped tutor in softball this past summer. Needless to say, I told him that he should fuck off about ten ways from Sunday but oh well. I need some good entertainment.
Entertainment that isn't repeats of the Surreal Life. If I wanted to live in an environment of complete drama queens who all hate each other, I could have stayed in Rock Island. ( No offense to you drama queens out there- hey, who am I to talk?) But damned if it isn't interesting... Surreal Life that is. Janice Dickinson is quite possibly the most interesting bitch I've (not) met in awhile. Maybe it's my inner dramatic self-absorbed alcoholic child that reaches out and finds a kindred spirit... but I find her interesting. That and Omarossa is every scary black bitch I've ever gone to high school with. Seriously.
**********
One thing we do actually send our gold pieces on is Netflix - currently I'm going through the entire 7 seasons of Buffy and all 5 of Angel. I feel like a sell-out sometimes, but once again, damned if it isn't entertaining.
Well look who the prolific one is tonight (see! I did use it correctly!!!). I shall retire soon to my den where I will cuddle up with my sweetie and hope to wake up at a semi-decent hour that isn't six o'clock at night so that I can actually accomplish things during the day.
Or if nothing else, avoid the empty bored feeling that accompanies finding yourself still awake at 8:30 in the morning.
Peace.