As the dove of hope continues to plummet towards the ground, I can still imagine that I will be surprised by the automatic air freshener machine that lives in the bathroom at the office. I can always look forward to it switching on at a unexpectedly random moment like a black panther waiting in the bushes at a concert. (Aren't all panther's black?) and blind me with poisonous gases.
I am still without a creative outlet, hence I've been watching the Science Channel and Animal Planet. I have learnt hundreds of life changing lessons from Survivor-man. Things like macaroni and cheese, wheat bread sandwiches with a side order of caterpillars will prove tasty when trekking across the ends of the earth. Always ensure that you have a dagger, matches in hand for creating a fire and packets of ketchup (gots to have the ketchup).
Hyperbolic Overkill. "Clearly I need to go work in a hole where people interaction is limited and I do not have a boss." Hey I recognize you from facebook! I am finding that the more these online social networks change the more annoying they get. No fire that I can spark. There should be an annoyance meter on everybody's profile so that you can know beforehand whether you want to mark up dem blackboard or throw a duster at them.
I'm not sure when it happened. I had it all planned down to the tea and cookies. I've been of the mind that with enough time and money one can do anything. Maybe it happened during one of the nights when I was asleep. It has become more and more apparent that I chose the wrong year to be sensitive, positive and upbeat. What the F** was I thinking? Like a deer is the headlights of your SUV running on empty.
Being without a computer, good games or a camera is an odd feeling for me. I feel somehow sligthly retarded - creatively. Like a tourist at a 5 star hotel in Afganistan. Ideas are festering in my brain. Whenever I'm down I call on you my friend. I need to get away. No star to pray on or wish on.
I've never really thought about what I'd do if I didn't work with computers or save maidens from burning houses. Thank you for that. I am always the one to find the safe corner from which to throw a grenade and laugh. New broom sweats clean, but old broom knows the corners. I would probably farm or raise chickens then eat them after I've cared for them for so long. :( I could become a inventor - thats the programmer in me talking. Rip rock and gravel when I time travel. Though, I've always wanted things to be invented - like toothbrushes that never grow old.
Wow its 2009, I know I'm late on the uptake. It just takes a longer time for it to hit me - like 15 days or so. What day is it today? It has been 1 month and 15 days since my last entry. For me a new year is like a recurrent herpes outbreak. Its a chance to get caught doing all the things you successfully avoided last year. Something is wrong in that sentence - I know. All the birthdays you forgot last year will be your undoing this year. They'll be waiting, watching from the shadows, ready to pounce on you like a Tax man. Death and Taxes.
I could bore you with the things I learned last year, the people I've come to hate, all the chicken, fish and cows that died so that I can live, California dreaming and so on and so forth, keeping it retro, whatever. I will listen, you talk. I'm sure we've been through this before. My reply is Yes, Yes, No, Maybe, Yes, No.
This year, I have vowed to be an overall more positive person. No longer the miserable harbinger of doom, overseer of the gates of hades, a shadow boxer waiting for you to make your move. I will pat you on the head, and promise you that everything will be all right. We are going to be good friends.
I spent all weekend trying to abate a persistent pain that threatened to make my head explode. And if that wasn't enough the "geniuses" at Island Grill redesigned the menu REMOVING all SATISFACTION! None of it makes sense. I should have suspected the worst when they started adding tons of salads to the menu. Apparently no one cares about the rights of vegetables. Pray that god won't take his toll ON THEM HEATHENS!
"I don't think I should win, I think, I'm not really going into this competition to win it, I'm just going in to be in it, to be seen and just being there is winning in it self." said the monkey with great relish.
With all the bad stuff that has been going on in the world if you was a flower all I would want to be is a honeybee. I seem to have run out inspiration, god only knows what the fuck may have sapped the juice of my very soul, tainted my bueatiful mind, crippled the ladder from whence cometh my health(my health cometh from the lord). I can only hope that the world rebalances itself and I get back my mojo. sadness.
Gods Child commented: Sorry? What was the satisfaction? Did they get to the jerk cheese burger before I managed to buy my plane ticket? [shocked] ... read 21 more
If I turned everything into a project I would never getting anything done. Like wise if I remembered every little detail, the scent of your hair, I never would never leave.. I am never the same. I am annoyed, sleepy and fresh out of supplies from the supermarket - I may not make to the end of the week. I am merely the personification of all your mid summer night's dream's wetness. The perpetual orgasm that you don't understand.
While eating cold seasoned fries that I had bought at lunch and tried to save until later in the day but failed because I kept eating them. You'd be surprised how a medium serving of hot fries can be reduced to nothing if you just take out one last one, every 10 minutes or every three months.
I'm sorry for laughing at the none-sexually-transmitted herpes rash on your lip, and flinching when you tried to touch me. At the time I assumed the worst or the funniest in my case. It was a reflex action, you know I'm not good :(. if we can't laugh at ourselves who can we laugh at? Tears dry on there own. All the ads on television desensitized me to your plight. All I have to say is A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the word. A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word.