I am listening to... a band called Isis.
I cannot begin to explain the fucking perfection of sound eminating from my speakers at this moment in time, not one other band could so perfectly fit the moment. I am not really hungry but I want to eat... or is it the other way around, I feel hungry but I don't want to eat... sometimes I can't tell.
Tomorrow is going to be a helluva drive, I am leaving for savannah, which is an hour... or an hour and a half north of where I live, being that the drive would likely rape my car in the proverbial ass, I have decided to take a rental car under my financial wing, a financial wing that I really cannot afford to outstrech.
I went by the bank to deposit my paycheck today pleased that I am finally getting out ahead and the teller began flirting with me, she gave me all sorts of cool stuff for my account too... including a leather check book... maybe she was just being nice, I am a little weirded out by flirtatious fifty year olds though. Someone more my age would be welcome though, but being social is something that I find rather difficult in this stage of my existance.
Joel is leaving soon, it saddens me, He is one of the few people in jacksonville whom I really enjoy spending time with, be it sharing drinking stories, or how we would like to hook up with so and so, or trading comic books, or anything really, amazing guy, he will be missed, as will his theories on how to make a person air tight... I'll stick with black holes, anyway he leaves at the beginning of next month and the total of people I hang out with down here will drop to 2.
Cheers and a shot of Jager to you Joel, may we both keep it down, deer blood never looked so good as it does when its coming back up.
I am tired of being just a good friend to my female friends, do I have to be an asshole? I am confused, life is sliding downhill for the moment. Why is it always money or happyness, one is sine the other is cos, they never intersect at their heights.
Ok, I am done writing, sometimes you just open a vein and it all comes out. Thats how I think of writing anyway, you have to be careful though, most of what comes out looks the same.
I cannot begin to explain the fucking perfection of sound eminating from my speakers at this moment in time, not one other band could so perfectly fit the moment. I am not really hungry but I want to eat... or is it the other way around, I feel hungry but I don't want to eat... sometimes I can't tell.
Tomorrow is going to be a helluva drive, I am leaving for savannah, which is an hour... or an hour and a half north of where I live, being that the drive would likely rape my car in the proverbial ass, I have decided to take a rental car under my financial wing, a financial wing that I really cannot afford to outstrech.
I went by the bank to deposit my paycheck today pleased that I am finally getting out ahead and the teller began flirting with me, she gave me all sorts of cool stuff for my account too... including a leather check book... maybe she was just being nice, I am a little weirded out by flirtatious fifty year olds though. Someone more my age would be welcome though, but being social is something that I find rather difficult in this stage of my existance.
Joel is leaving soon, it saddens me, He is one of the few people in jacksonville whom I really enjoy spending time with, be it sharing drinking stories, or how we would like to hook up with so and so, or trading comic books, or anything really, amazing guy, he will be missed, as will his theories on how to make a person air tight... I'll stick with black holes, anyway he leaves at the beginning of next month and the total of people I hang out with down here will drop to 2.
Cheers and a shot of Jager to you Joel, may we both keep it down, deer blood never looked so good as it does when its coming back up.
I am tired of being just a good friend to my female friends, do I have to be an asshole? I am confused, life is sliding downhill for the moment. Why is it always money or happyness, one is sine the other is cos, they never intersect at their heights.
Ok, I am done writing, sometimes you just open a vein and it all comes out. Thats how I think of writing anyway, you have to be careful though, most of what comes out looks the same.
I'm glad you like Isis. I'm even more glad that I'm going to be seeing them in sixteen hours or so. They are playing Atlanta on 12-9, St. Pete on the 10th and Orlando on the 11th. You should go see them. Be social! Take a woman and celebrate your birthday together.
I love the winter, but it sucks having numb fingers.