yurippitys

Productive, alcohol-free weekends are too far and few inbetween unless they have to do with working on the weekends but work is not productive except for that little pesky aspect of life called money. Damn it to hell but yet I am oddly attracted to its power or not it's power but the power that is derived from having muchos dineros (mind my shitty spanish). Ive been going through all the shit in my room that has accumulated in nooks and crannys and tossing out what is no longer needed and putting other things in storage bins to more than likely throw out at a later time. Unless its winter clothes in summer or vice versa, whatever you throw in a box and can put away for a year, you probably don't need. But doesnt it feel good to go through and look at all the shit that reminds us of past times and people we cared for who we hardly talk to anymore! People's faces who I care most about are mostly a blur to me now. On a lighter note, breakfast was good over at the church this morning. I have been dreading to go into there on account of thinking they are going to try to brainwash me to be christian again. They did nothing of the sort but did have gospel music playing in the background and elder gentlemen talking about what kind of music their choirs used to sing in mass and at what part. Biscuits and gravvvvy. mmmmmm