I don't  know what it's like to write anymore..

• I have been at the same job for going on 4 years now. That's a record for me. I have even been promoted and I managed a team of 19 people. ... well 18 people. One passed away literally 25 minutes ago. I just got the message as I was typing. She was declared brain dead about 4 hours ago. There is more ( Read more... )

Deleted.

(As of last night, actually.)

Yeah, yeah i need it for networking....
Thing is, i actually don't.
Not anymore anyway...

Life is short.

Those who wish to contact me have my email and cell number as well as my skype and messenger info.
They don't want to use it, then whatever. They can fuck off for all i care.

Today.. well, no. I suppose at  this point in the morning that "Yesterday" would be a more truthful term. So we will go with that and I will start over.

Yesterday was my first "rock" concert. As in... ever. It was a day of bands which ended in Cake and The KillersAt first I was worried that my anxiety would kick in and ruin it. Between the fact it ( Read more... )

I have spent the past few days searching for words ( Read more... )

It's so hard for me to get back into the swing of writing. It's a shame really because if I wrote even half the shit that went on in my head I would probably have a couple of books published by now ( Read more... )

Today has been much more of a hassle than it should have been. I locked my keys in my car TWICE and the 2nd time it happened I had no choice but to call a locksmith to save me and make me a spare key to keep in my camera case. $45 poorer for the experience and because both ordeals were so time consuming, not all my appointments got taken care of. ( Read more... )

Life is like a box of chocolates: a cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whiff-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down until there's nothing else to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup, english ( Read more... )

My sink.. is not fixed. Another sizable leak was found in another pipe and now there is little other choice than to rip out the wall surrounding the next pipe that needs replacing. I wish I lived in an area that had severe storms. Then I could just destroy my kitchen and have it look like an act of nature so that my home-owners insurance would pay ( Read more... )

Finally my library is presentable. I even managed to rip out this stupid shelf that drove me crazy. Now I just need to spackle and repaint. Or find some really cool wallpaper. But that part of the job I can hold off on. I'm just happy to have my library back again. Next weekend I am tackling my living room and dining room. I need to figure out a ( Read more... )

I have removed so many people from my friends list. And even though I am down to a very small handful, I keep wanting to delete more. It's my odd way of hiding from the world I suppose.. though nothing is sacred anymore.Those who currently remain have nothing to worry about. You are the only people with whom I have built a foundation of trust ( Read more... )