here's some things that bum me out. because i'm in that kind of mood.
- while the new shop i'm at is awesome and i love going to work every day, i'm not making any money. it's slow as fuck for me. yeah, it's pretty much a shop that relies entirely on personal repuation, of which i admittedly have none in this town. and it will pick up, i'm sure....but still. doesn't make you feel like you're any good when you're sitting around all day... no matter how long you've been there.
- i've noticed recently, that i have a lot of people who i'd consider good friends who are "photography" types. ones that always have been, and have all kinds of pictures of everyone they know all over the place. except i notice that i don't actually exist in photographs. i think i might be a ghost. i'm nowhere to be found amongst thousands of pictures. and i spend a lot of time with these people, moreso than all these other kids in their pictures. ...it's fucking weird. i'm starting to think that there might be almost no record of my physical appearance for the past 5 or 6 years... save for a few photobooth pictures. which i can't find. i've always, even since i was little, had pictures of the various people i love on the wall right next to my bed... and it's weird to think that they might not even have a picture of me anywhere.
- girls. i should be stoked on everything. i'm not. stressed, actually. seem to have dug myself a hole. a manageable one.... maybe waist-high, but a hole nontheless.
- i crashed my bike into my friend greta today, being an itdiot. fucked up my other palm a little(opposite the other one i majorly fuck up a few months ago), got some road rash type stuff on my left arm, right shoulder, and right leg, and sent her barreling into a curb. it sucked and i felt like an asshole. then we ate donuts, which wasn't so bad.
- i rolled my ankle last night. which actually isn't a very good gripe, considering i did it playing kickball at 1 in the morning with about 40 people i didn't even know and it was totally awesome. but in the spirit of complaining, i rolled my ankle and it hurts. wah wah wah.
- i've been busy being a total dick on the tattoo group lately. i'm so unbearably nice in real life that i've been feeling the need to tell everyone on the internet that they suck.
- sleep and i haven't been getting along lately. i think she's mad at me for having coffee twice a week, and getting me back by running away at night and baiting me with the internet. that jerk.
-that's it. i'll be back to cheery lame shit soon, i'm sure.
like you care.
bye.
- while the new shop i'm at is awesome and i love going to work every day, i'm not making any money. it's slow as fuck for me. yeah, it's pretty much a shop that relies entirely on personal repuation, of which i admittedly have none in this town. and it will pick up, i'm sure....but still. doesn't make you feel like you're any good when you're sitting around all day... no matter how long you've been there.
- i've noticed recently, that i have a lot of people who i'd consider good friends who are "photography" types. ones that always have been, and have all kinds of pictures of everyone they know all over the place. except i notice that i don't actually exist in photographs. i think i might be a ghost. i'm nowhere to be found amongst thousands of pictures. and i spend a lot of time with these people, moreso than all these other kids in their pictures. ...it's fucking weird. i'm starting to think that there might be almost no record of my physical appearance for the past 5 or 6 years... save for a few photobooth pictures. which i can't find. i've always, even since i was little, had pictures of the various people i love on the wall right next to my bed... and it's weird to think that they might not even have a picture of me anywhere.
- girls. i should be stoked on everything. i'm not. stressed, actually. seem to have dug myself a hole. a manageable one.... maybe waist-high, but a hole nontheless.
- i crashed my bike into my friend greta today, being an itdiot. fucked up my other palm a little(opposite the other one i majorly fuck up a few months ago), got some road rash type stuff on my left arm, right shoulder, and right leg, and sent her barreling into a curb. it sucked and i felt like an asshole. then we ate donuts, which wasn't so bad.
- i rolled my ankle last night. which actually isn't a very good gripe, considering i did it playing kickball at 1 in the morning with about 40 people i didn't even know and it was totally awesome. but in the spirit of complaining, i rolled my ankle and it hurts. wah wah wah.
- i've been busy being a total dick on the tattoo group lately. i'm so unbearably nice in real life that i've been feeling the need to tell everyone on the internet that they suck.
- sleep and i haven't been getting along lately. i think she's mad at me for having coffee twice a week, and getting me back by running away at night and baiting me with the internet. that jerk.
-that's it. i'll be back to cheery lame shit soon, i'm sure.
like you care.
bye.
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See, as long as many of us are amused, what else does it matter? The people being offended are usually too busy being offended (and clearly dense, not to mention lacking any quality sense of humor) to bother worrying about.