It's cold here at work and lately, i've had too much free time on my hands (even while doing several projects for other people). And i have waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much time on my hands after work and on most weekends. I think it's getting to a point where it just may be dangerous. My brain's quirky like that.
I think i'll start writing out a book a la Tucker Max's "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" because maaaaaaan do i have stories, and the good ones didn't make it into my semi autobiography i wrote in november. I'm apparently pretty good with the whole gonzo style of writing. Problem is, i can't really focus that long on something like that.
Sometimes I think i have the mind of a guy i swear. Sex, video games, tv and booze.
Kinda lacking in all of the above.
....what the fuck have i been doing then?!
I think i'll start writing out a book a la Tucker Max's "I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell" because maaaaaaan do i have stories, and the good ones didn't make it into my semi autobiography i wrote in november. I'm apparently pretty good with the whole gonzo style of writing. Problem is, i can't really focus that long on something like that.
Sometimes I think i have the mind of a guy i swear. Sex, video games, tv and booze.
Kinda lacking in all of the above.
....what the fuck have i been doing then?!