This is a picture of the sun setting last night..
3.24.2005
3.22.2005
Wow..
You know, I just realized that this site has been up for two years, one month, and a few days..
GUU-Rama..
Exciting, I know. For those who randomly visit the site, awesome.
For those that don't.. who cares about you anyway..
Who knows, maybe I'll post a big one soon.. I've had nothing productive to share though.
Hmm.. soon..
Random Thought: "Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is to you."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
GUU-Rama..
Exciting, I know. For those who randomly visit the site, awesome.
For those that don't.. who cares about you anyway..
Who knows, maybe I'll post a big one soon.. I've had nothing productive to share though.
Hmm.. soon..
Random Thought: "Make the most of yourself, for that is all there is to you."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
3.12.2005
Watered-Down Sunday
Today was slower than Normal. I feel worn out, maybe even a little dead inside.
My cigarettes burned slowly today. Smoking to keep myself busy, watching the cherry glow brightly off the end of my nose, and listening to the tobacco crackle as i was lazily breathing my camel lights. My coffee would be scolding hot, cinging the taste buds on the tip of my tongue, and my mind would wander so much while i waited for what i thought was a minute or two to let it cool down, i would test the temperature again, and it would be cold. The creamer leaving a cloudy design on the surface of this musty brown liquid, and the sugar congregating on the coffee mug floor like sand.
I feel like i have so much to say right now, something i need to express, and compelled to spread an idea to the people who want to understand. But at the same time, i'm quiet. So these vibes of something amazing disappear into a celtic design of nerves and wrinkles on what i believe is a misused brain.
I think maybe i got to be me this last week. Hanging out with Brent. And today, being back at work, cramming pointless information into my head, instead of discussing the world through the eyes of our younger generation has just made everything feel inadequate. Like it doesn't matter.
Waiting inline for a watered down coffee, seeing the same people in the smoking area, drinking the same poorly made coffee, complaining about the same boring things. Makes me want to throw up, or at least spit in their direction.
Maybe im just bored, but nonetheless dissappointed on this Sunday afternoon.
My cigarettes burned slowly today. Smoking to keep myself busy, watching the cherry glow brightly off the end of my nose, and listening to the tobacco crackle as i was lazily breathing my camel lights. My coffee would be scolding hot, cinging the taste buds on the tip of my tongue, and my mind would wander so much while i waited for what i thought was a minute or two to let it cool down, i would test the temperature again, and it would be cold. The creamer leaving a cloudy design on the surface of this musty brown liquid, and the sugar congregating on the coffee mug floor like sand.
I feel like i have so much to say right now, something i need to express, and compelled to spread an idea to the people who want to understand. But at the same time, i'm quiet. So these vibes of something amazing disappear into a celtic design of nerves and wrinkles on what i believe is a misused brain.
I think maybe i got to be me this last week. Hanging out with Brent. And today, being back at work, cramming pointless information into my head, instead of discussing the world through the eyes of our younger generation has just made everything feel inadequate. Like it doesn't matter.
Waiting inline for a watered down coffee, seeing the same people in the smoking area, drinking the same poorly made coffee, complaining about the same boring things. Makes me want to throw up, or at least spit in their direction.
Maybe im just bored, but nonetheless dissappointed on this Sunday afternoon.
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