As this evening is likely going to be as uneventful as a dyslexic ant farm, I'm drinking. Smell the productivity. I could go out to the bar, but...eh, not feeling it.
It's a amazing. I actually came up with a few of what those of adequate constitution call "New Years Resolutions." Well, in a manner of speaking; I know what's missing, and what to work on, and what to not continue to do. So really, it's more like common sense than actual promises with intent. Or something. It's big for me to actually own up to and have a desire to fix things; usually it's just easier to distract myself with other things. Life is a series of storylines, you know.
Had some darkish dreams last night. Not as bad as a couple months ago, but just strange regardless. My mind is going in too many directions lately.
I'm on the cusp of making what would be, likely, the dumbest move I've made in quite some time. Bitches be trippin', for some reason, I keep finding it fascinating enough to go back to the well. In this case, it's a kind of...well, deeper well. I'm not sure what my perogative is, or whatever, but I'm likely going to do something infinitely retarded in the near future. Or I'll forget about it, and come back with more stupid shit about the neighbor and her loud personal accessories. I should post more in Dating Sucks, now that I think about it.
Came up with a Christmas story a few days too late. it's weird, you suddenly realize later on just how bizarre some of your childhood notions are. And I was a weird kid.
The Sacramento Bee is officially out to get me. Bastards. Wonder if they have anyone on here. If so, fuck you.
Current plan is to get a ride back to the lake at the end of the weekend, and then off to start the New Year. This isn't going well, because the key people involved are seemingly impossible to get ahold of. The plan is actually moderately sound, except for the whole getting back thing, which might not be an issue if Version A pans out. I'm talking to no one but myself.
So hey, I'm stopping now.
Later.
It's a amazing. I actually came up with a few of what those of adequate constitution call "New Years Resolutions." Well, in a manner of speaking; I know what's missing, and what to work on, and what to not continue to do. So really, it's more like common sense than actual promises with intent. Or something. It's big for me to actually own up to and have a desire to fix things; usually it's just easier to distract myself with other things. Life is a series of storylines, you know.
Had some darkish dreams last night. Not as bad as a couple months ago, but just strange regardless. My mind is going in too many directions lately.
I'm on the cusp of making what would be, likely, the dumbest move I've made in quite some time. Bitches be trippin', for some reason, I keep finding it fascinating enough to go back to the well. In this case, it's a kind of...well, deeper well. I'm not sure what my perogative is, or whatever, but I'm likely going to do something infinitely retarded in the near future. Or I'll forget about it, and come back with more stupid shit about the neighbor and her loud personal accessories. I should post more in Dating Sucks, now that I think about it.
Came up with a Christmas story a few days too late. it's weird, you suddenly realize later on just how bizarre some of your childhood notions are. And I was a weird kid.
The Sacramento Bee is officially out to get me. Bastards. Wonder if they have anyone on here. If so, fuck you.
Current plan is to get a ride back to the lake at the end of the weekend, and then off to start the New Year. This isn't going well, because the key people involved are seemingly impossible to get ahold of. The plan is actually moderately sound, except for the whole getting back thing, which might not be an issue if Version A pans out. I'm talking to no one but myself.
So hey, I'm stopping now.
Later.
lobster_mobster:
Sorry I suck. I will explain soon. 