I walked in ordered my low carb and my low carb that, with hunk of coffee to fuckk it all up and I stood there for a sec, and just looked out into space.
"You look so sad"
I told there girl I'm fine just tired, and grabbed my order and went.
Was I?
Life is a bitch, to tell you the truth. RIght now things are so complex and scary, but i can't say I'm SAD about it. No. not really, I'm not. But i do yearn. Rememeber that Seinfeld episode?
KRAMER (moves over and sits next to George): Do you ever yearn?
GEORGE: Yearn? Do I yearn?
KRAMER: I yearn.
GEORGE: You yearn.
KRAMER: Oh, yes. Yes, I yearn. Often, I...I sit...and yearn. Have you yearned?
GEORGE: Well, not recently. I craved. I crave all the time, constant craving...but I haven't yearned.
KRAMER (in disgust): Look at you.
GEORGE: Aw, Kramer, don't start...
KRAMER (moving back to the othe side of the booth): You're wasting your life.
GEORGE: I am not! What you call wasting, I call living! I'm living my life!
KRAMER: O.K., like what? No, tell me! Do you have a job?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: You got money?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: Do you have a woman?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: Do you have any prospects?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: You got anything on the horizon?
GEORGE: Uh...no.
KRAMER: Do you have any action at all?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: Do you have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning?
GEORGE: I like to get the Daily News!
Yeah, so somehting like that. Am I george? Am I Kramer? Fucks cares or knows. But i yearn.
But, you can't jsut sit like a fucking loaf, and wait. I have a shitload to do, and shitload to go to, so I might as well do what I can.
"You look so sad"
I told there girl I'm fine just tired, and grabbed my order and went.
Was I?
Life is a bitch, to tell you the truth. RIght now things are so complex and scary, but i can't say I'm SAD about it. No. not really, I'm not. But i do yearn. Rememeber that Seinfeld episode?
KRAMER (moves over and sits next to George): Do you ever yearn?
GEORGE: Yearn? Do I yearn?
KRAMER: I yearn.
GEORGE: You yearn.
KRAMER: Oh, yes. Yes, I yearn. Often, I...I sit...and yearn. Have you yearned?
GEORGE: Well, not recently. I craved. I crave all the time, constant craving...but I haven't yearned.
KRAMER (in disgust): Look at you.
GEORGE: Aw, Kramer, don't start...
KRAMER (moving back to the othe side of the booth): You're wasting your life.
GEORGE: I am not! What you call wasting, I call living! I'm living my life!
KRAMER: O.K., like what? No, tell me! Do you have a job?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: You got money?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: Do you have a woman?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: Do you have any prospects?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: You got anything on the horizon?
GEORGE: Uh...no.
KRAMER: Do you have any action at all?
GEORGE: No.
KRAMER: Do you have any conceivable reason for even getting up in the morning?
GEORGE: I like to get the Daily News!
Yeah, so somehting like that. Am I george? Am I Kramer? Fucks cares or knows. But i yearn.
But, you can't jsut sit like a fucking loaf, and wait. I have a shitload to do, and shitload to go to, so I might as well do what I can.
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Isn't funny how we know that we have to make our own way, and yet there's that whole "opportunity strikes"? Bleugh.