gillionaire

I've been denying so many of my poor ol' blogs recently. I have to many to keep track of, and I don't really know why, other then a desperate grab for exposure of my comic art, that I ever signed up for so many. A livejournal, a myspace, a comicspace, and the SG blog that all get lost in the shuffle of me working on my website. I'd probably write a lot more if I had a life worth talking about. Though I notice on the weeks I'm the most bored and I have the least to actually comment on are the only times I ever seem to write. So I leave behind a rambling mess of nothing that no one ever really reads.

I guess my entire existence feels like it's on cruise control at this point. I work. I make money. I pay the bills. I waste whatever's left on DVD's and videogames that I barely ever watch or play because I'm too busy spending my free time working and scraping to get my comics noticed.

My life is not one filled with misery. I have good friends I see often. I usually hit the movie theaters nearly every weekend. I live in a decent, albiet messy, little house that I like. So I guess I'm somewhat content with my basic existence. There's millions of people with much worse problems then me, so I think I'm doing ok. But underneath it all, man, I want more. I want a lot more. And I don't have any idea how to get it. And that's the problem. No matter what I have now, it's not where I want to be. And I don't want to lose my dreams and settle into being just another tiny little cog in the machine of life. I want to be more then that. I want to be the central processor. Or the Master Control Program, like the orange cone thing in TRON.



A guy can dream, right?

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