Thursday, October 27, 2005

I can't believe its thursday. what a week. and it's not even over yet! I know there's things i've been meaning to post, like looking for houses sucks. It's so hard to tell the difference between being busy and just feeling busy. I guess it's kinda dependent on your stress level. There's gotta be some sort of equation there. (high stress:feeling busy::low stess:being busy.)
Dunno, basically it's crazy all the time. I'm starting to realize that life never really mellow's out. Not that I want to be boring, but at 27 years old, I got a lot of shit goin' on, if you know what I'm sayin'. Mad peeps be havin' babies, buyin' houses, startin' up businesses. It's a crazy time. Just gotta get used to it.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

sunday morning whew... i made it.

it seems so long ago, country night. but it was a few weeks ago now. i found myself deep into enemy territory. never, in all my years did i feel so out of place, (okay, i don't have all that many 'years', but i've got a few under my belt). fortunately, there are things like jeagerbombs.

just one thing about country night. unless you're a glutton for punishment, don't do it.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

no matter how hard I try, I am not a morning person. what an eerie, unnatural part of the day. thank goodness for coffee, it's really the only thing that makes it bareable, especially when someone are your street is using some type of evil, circular cutting device at 6 o' clock in the morning. Who are these people! Don't they have some sleeping to do? I mean, for Pete's sake, the sun isn't even up yet!! Bastards.

This morning I am thankful for patience, and espresso.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

despite my often slacker-esque appearence, and general apptitude for complaining I do actually consider myself a hard worker. which is the kiss of death if you beleive there is no duality. okay...i know that didn't make any sense, but read a little suzuki and you may see where I'm coming from.

but anyway, where i was trying to get at was that I don't generally shy away from a solid day of physical labor. that said...after participating in said physical labor for an extended period of time, the downside begins to show. I'm dog tired. I could very easily drop over onto any horizontal soft thing this very moment.

and now for something completely different.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

something I noticed today, i was sitting out on Liberty Ave at a coffee shop watching traffic. do you ever stop and look at who drives past? or rather, how many vehicles with one person in them will pass you in any given length of time? it's really quite atrocious iif you think about it. dozens upon dozens of vehicles flying past you, some threatenting to kill whole families ( if you think i'm kidding ask the guy's whose baby stroller almost gotted crushed while walking through a cross walk) And subsequently no one in this town actually knows what a cross-walk is. The only one that actually works has giant flashing lights around a sign that actually explains how a cross walk should be used.

But, without digressing too much, the point is that if human beings on the whole don't realize that driving around a gratuitously large, four seat vehicle all to themselves isn't actually doing any good, then we're all pretty much screwed. My only hope is that some of these people might feel the slightest bit of guilt for personally polluting, threatening, and generally making an aggressive and unpleasant environment for themselves and those around them. I watch my gas needle slowly fade down to that "e" marker and hope that someday i too will do my part to eliminate gasoline from the planet. I pray for the backlash, I've got to laugh when I find out that the government of this country is directly causing the demise of the lifestyle it so lavishly up-holds. Check out the article on the ice deliveries that were supposed to make it to the gulf coast to help hurricane victims. If that's not a fubar situation i don't know what is. I know some people out there have already made this point much more apparently than i have. I'm just trying to equate it to my city streets.
I don't want these people and their cars so suffer unneccesarily, I just want them to understand. I guess that's just the luxury that "they" want you to afford yourself. The ability to be totally, and completely oblivious to what's going on around you. To be so caught up in that which is right in front of your eyes that there is no way you could possibly relate it to any kind of foreign policy, or governmental decision making. I mean, if there's not some Iraqi on my doorstep with a sign that says, "There's no more Gasoline. Go Fuck Yourself!", then why the hell shouldn't I get in my car to go get some WonderBread for Bobbi Sue and Randy??

Some nights I pray for EMP shockwaves to wipe out technology back to the early 20th century, a lot of times I wish the oil wells would all just totally dry up. But on good days, I just wish everybody would just have a bicycle to ride to work.

Monday, October 03, 2005

writers block is nothing to be laughed at.