"Bring your chains
Your lips of tragedy
And fall into my arms"
In a rather odd frame of mind, so I thought I'd document it by posting my first journal here on SG. A strange place for this little blog, this flash of a glimpse into my life, since it is to be my Ops Log and not a self-righteous rant about life's unfairness or a wannabe artsy photo//video//poetry//music blog or podcast. Though it IS likely to be as useless and irrelevant to any outsider as any of the aforementioned items. I'm not sure of anything currently, so this is likely to be as unstable as my twitching left bicep muscle. Hopefully life will stop its careening soon and maintain a less stomach-upsetting pace, but that remains to be seen. Tomorrow marks the day of the last stint of job searching before I give up and begin my life as a can-collecting bum underneath the nearest freeway overpass. The next day is an orthodontist appointment, which will be one of the last, thank christ almighty.
I have come to the conclusion that 'dating' as the ancient social institution in any semblance of its usual form is of no use to me and will thus be done away with in my life.
I suck, I haven't quit yet.
Your lips of tragedy
And fall into my arms"
In a rather odd frame of mind, so I thought I'd document it by posting my first journal here on SG. A strange place for this little blog, this flash of a glimpse into my life, since it is to be my Ops Log and not a self-righteous rant about life's unfairness or a wannabe artsy photo//video//poetry//music blog or podcast. Though it IS likely to be as useless and irrelevant to any outsider as any of the aforementioned items. I'm not sure of anything currently, so this is likely to be as unstable as my twitching left bicep muscle. Hopefully life will stop its careening soon and maintain a less stomach-upsetting pace, but that remains to be seen. Tomorrow marks the day of the last stint of job searching before I give up and begin my life as a can-collecting bum underneath the nearest freeway overpass. The next day is an orthodontist appointment, which will be one of the last, thank christ almighty.
I have come to the conclusion that 'dating' as the ancient social institution in any semblance of its usual form is of no use to me and will thus be done away with in my life.
I suck, I haven't quit yet.