My life is as boring as dried mud. I oftentimes wonder; what will make me happy? Truly happy? A kitchen stocked full of fresh veggies? A board game I can play with all of my friends? Listening to Bad Hair Day? Painting a new painting? I'm as unsure as I ever have been. Every day is a mindtrap, where I find myself thinking, and thinking, and thinking, and I hate the thoughts I have, as I can only sum them up to one word: boring.
I start my new job next week. We likes getting monies. I'll be calling people and asking them to donate to the Obama campaign. Lame, I know. I rather be calling for Mike Gravel. But it's a job, and it's got competitive pay, so maybe I'll be able to pretend to enjoy it. If I become a good enough caller, I can even draw while I'm on the phones. And that might be something that would allow me some school-doodling-like true happiness.
I've been trying to decide on a color of paint for my new place. Lame, I know.
I've been still watching too much Naruto. I'm so in love with Orochimaru. I want to have sex with him. And then kill him, of course, because he's an asshole. But I need to train some more, first. My plan is flawless!
I start my new job next week. We likes getting monies. I'll be calling people and asking them to donate to the Obama campaign. Lame, I know. I rather be calling for Mike Gravel. But it's a job, and it's got competitive pay, so maybe I'll be able to pretend to enjoy it. If I become a good enough caller, I can even draw while I'm on the phones. And that might be something that would allow me some school-doodling-like true happiness.
I've been trying to decide on a color of paint for my new place. Lame, I know.
I've been still watching too much Naruto. I'm so in love with Orochimaru. I want to have sex with him. And then kill him, of course, because he's an asshole. But I need to train some more, first. My plan is flawless!
