Monday, April 03, 2006
|9:36 PM| Delay dropping his re-election bid
Boar Hunting
Cecil Vs. Self Defense
Tow Truck Driver being hanged.
Goddammit, why can't I ever get this damn thing written? Here's a sketch of a new pictogram.
The other day, I was getting so damned angry, I wanted my head to pop. I wanted it to rocket out on a spring or something and make a cartoonish BOING noise, because of a tow truck company. Then something odd happened, I was able to take a look at this situation from an outside point of view, and I was calm. Yes, the parasitic low lifes had essentially stolen my car, and given a chance, I would have butchered them like animals, but in the big scheme of things, it was a minor annoyance and $160. Shit happens. In a couple months, it'll be mostly forgotten.
Am I suddenly maturing? It took fucking long enough.
I still want some insanity around here. It's so boring and normal. With my finacial situation crippling me, and my girlfriend chained to her job, it's quite hard to find amusement.
One of the good things about Wonderlust visiting, I stayed up basically the whole time he was here, driving his ass around town, taking him to parties, dumping him off so he could torture himself emotionally. It was pretty cheap fun, and it was memorable.
The longer you're alive, the less you notice the accepted changes. Day/Night, morning/afternoon, vacation/work. That's why time seems to speed up, or at least, that's a theory. Seems to make sense. I'm doing my best to notice the whole damn world around me. So far, it seems to be working, but it does make the boring moments drag on forever. I think I spent about 2 months at work yesterday, and that was just in the afternoon when I ran out of work.
|9:36 PM| Delay dropping his re-election bid
Boar Hunting
Cecil Vs. Self Defense
Tow Truck Driver being hanged.
Goddammit, why can't I ever get this damn thing written? Here's a sketch of a new pictogram.
The other day, I was getting so damned angry, I wanted my head to pop. I wanted it to rocket out on a spring or something and make a cartoonish BOING noise, because of a tow truck company. Then something odd happened, I was able to take a look at this situation from an outside point of view, and I was calm. Yes, the parasitic low lifes had essentially stolen my car, and given a chance, I would have butchered them like animals, but in the big scheme of things, it was a minor annoyance and $160. Shit happens. In a couple months, it'll be mostly forgotten.
Am I suddenly maturing? It took fucking long enough.
I still want some insanity around here. It's so boring and normal. With my finacial situation crippling me, and my girlfriend chained to her job, it's quite hard to find amusement.
One of the good things about Wonderlust visiting, I stayed up basically the whole time he was here, driving his ass around town, taking him to parties, dumping him off so he could torture himself emotionally. It was pretty cheap fun, and it was memorable.
The longer you're alive, the less you notice the accepted changes. Day/Night, morning/afternoon, vacation/work. That's why time seems to speed up, or at least, that's a theory. Seems to make sense. I'm doing my best to notice the whole damn world around me. So far, it seems to be working, but it does make the boring moments drag on forever. I think I spent about 2 months at work yesterday, and that was just in the afternoon when I ran out of work.
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tow truck drivers will be towed at their own expense.
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