You know people... Life is hard when you choose to live it to it's full potiental.
I question if I'll get another shot and I want this one.... to be righht. I'm willing to develop my patience gland if it means.... doing the right thing.
Life isn't short. The old philosophy sandbags have been lying to you.
Live is long.
Living it the best you can... and not treating life like an impatient child with all this marriage, happiness, normalcy... is something these books of yours you read in high school should tell you.
Some things are worth fighting for. Even if that thing is.... fighting for that something to FIGHT for.
To quote a lovely movie I enjoy very much: Never give up.... never surrender.
My writing here has been sporadic to say the least. I can say that I feel my best when I'm writing useless things on the intorweb for all to see? Perhaps that is a sickness some professional can charge me obscene amounts of money to remedy?
Luckily for you people that still possibly read this??? I have no faith in the medical profession ;D I can act as doctor to myself and recognize when I'm acting like an asscrack. I don't need to pay some dipshit $100.00 to tell me that.
Maybe a handfull read this?
I'm listening to "human condition" (music uber folk should know the album) and while he is a pretentious dick....... he makes sense. "We're out here on our own....... blah blah dumb pop lyrics.... It's life doin' it's thing... making you cry.... making you sing" Seriously. The dude was in a kinda retarded band but he is good at times. Ideas are really good.
So music? I hate to admit it but I just don't feel like sleeping tonight even though I must work in a few wee hours. I love to say things sometimes? If that makes sense.
I wish I had some people in this new town to be friends with.... wait, let me put this in a term that I actually mean: I WISH I'D MAKE A FRIEND HERE THAT WOULD LIKE TO FIGHT ME AT TEKKEN OR MK THAT WOULD ACTUALLY POSE A CHALLENGE.
It's really hard to be in a new town. I work with some really amazingly neat people but... I am fake employee... how do you make friends? I've had trouble in the past..... boss befriends you, you feel loyalty... you waste two years of your life to a dying company because of guilt?
Perhaps that was too personal, lol good thing I'm listening to the shins :D
Which leads me to my next point because apparently tonight I just have to write
These people are uber. I want to make friends but.... I work with them? I am wondering if the best thing I can do is this:
MAKE SEVERAL MUSIC MIXES?
I have mixes of music I've made that make me weep (but I'm a retarded fan of music) so :I work?
I have hip hop mixes that would make TuPac (that lazy fake-dead mother fscker) wake up and mail me because my mix is "w0rd"
I have hardcore mixes of Tool and Fugazi and Mars Volta and other beautifully angry bands....... they bring my car so much joy... how could I forsake them?
How about the british fake-cool pop (that I seem to get before the fake cool people in europee get aka: come'on people..... be better than the US in something other than movie release dates pls :D
Anyway.... if you want my opinion? I say we all lay in bed in our most comfortable jammies and listen too some of the most profound "chill" albums in my collection:
oooOOoooo wait this gives me a project RAWWR!
I'm going to make the actual readers a breakdown of.... sexy (what a girl thinks)
you guys and gals pay attention because....... I just had an idea
mix of....... sexiest songs ever (with a subnote that: yeah, you make this for your girl or boyfriend for valentines
MIX
peace out :D



