I shouldn't have gone to work today.
I was zombie like, washed out, tired, achey, and just not with it at all.
Yes. That's something new.
shut up.
I dunno. I'm so annoyed by my life at the moment. I'm not where I want to be. I need to have some big long talks with someone, but well, he's made himself rather unavailable. Even a short lil talk would be acceptable. Just a little bit of anything.
I'm sad. I'm lonely is what the problem is. And it's not just a general sort of loneliness anymore. It's a very specific lonely. And that makes it worse.
So yes, I'm a pathetic whiner.
Good.
Sitting outside at work with a warm bit of sun on my face, that nice steady breeze and the first daytime temperatures below 78 we've had since last fall... all I could think was 'now'
'now is the time'
'right now'
'here'
why can't we choose our moments?
Why can't we just.... be when we want.
why can't I win the fucking lotto?
I was zombie like, washed out, tired, achey, and just not with it at all.
Yes. That's something new.
shut up.
I dunno. I'm so annoyed by my life at the moment. I'm not where I want to be. I need to have some big long talks with someone, but well, he's made himself rather unavailable. Even a short lil talk would be acceptable. Just a little bit of anything.
I'm sad. I'm lonely is what the problem is. And it's not just a general sort of loneliness anymore. It's a very specific lonely. And that makes it worse.
So yes, I'm a pathetic whiner.
Good.
Sitting outside at work with a warm bit of sun on my face, that nice steady breeze and the first daytime temperatures below 78 we've had since last fall... all I could think was 'now'
'now is the time'
'right now'
'here'
why can't we choose our moments?
Why can't we just.... be when we want.
why can't I win the fucking lotto?
- Current Mood:
drained - Current Music:System Of A Down - Prison Song
Comments
Lighten the hell up.
I'm assuming by "fucking lotto" you don't mean having unprotected sex and seeing what disease you end up with. As for the Stupid Tax version of the lotto, you can't win that because 1) technically, you can't win unless you buy a ticket, and 2) the odds of winning even if you do buy a ticket are infitessimally small...it'd be more likely that you'd be cheerful and pleasant for an entire week than win the lotto...
...well maybe not...
Love,
ken
I'm also usually better in person.
I didn't scream at you, call you any obscene names or bite off any of your limbs when I was down there, did I?
See?
Horribly pleasant right there.
I'm a pipe dreamer, Ken.
And no, I don't take notes from the subbes style of journal writing. I just happen to be sick and whiney. Besides, she's found god, remember?
I'd just like to point out for the class that by "down there," Maddening is referring to Houston, Texas and not my nether-regions...
Don't want people getting the wrong idea.
-ken, sadly has more females visiting him in Houston, Texas than in his nether-regions
I'm not your type anyway, schnookums.
I'm uh .. hehe.. I'm not anyone's type.
And you have to be the funnyman even on my freakin journal, hmm?
And I have this strange typeless disorder, apparently...
::nods::
I still might.
And bah to your type thing.
BAH I say
Of course, I'm only going to be around the office (once I get there...) until about 2pm... jewish-holiday-family-stuff.
Hope I do talk to you soon, though.
kisses