9.03.2005
I'm high on Life!
Oh. Wait. No...that wasn't Life that I chopped up and snorted...it was Special K.
Sorry...my mistake!
God, I'm bored...I don't know why I have an obsession of joking about substance use/abuse...it's been going on since I was probably 15 years old...and it hasn't gotten old yet...well, to me anyway. Honestly, I'm truly surprised some of you people can even stand being around me after so many years...have you not noticed that my lame-ass humor material hasn't changed? If I were hanging around me, I'd be so sick of myself by now.
Sure, I'd like to visit myself every now and then, maybe every other weekend or so...slowing it down over a 10 year period to an occasional sporadic visit every 4 and a half years...but, other than that, I'd be happy with just looking back at the past time I spent with myself and reflecting, "Ahhh...weren't those times just swell? I should really try to contact myself sometime soon...but, eh...I'm sure I'm busy or something...probably with the other things...so, I don't know...I'll think about it again next month."
Do you see what I'm talking about?!?! I'm seriously wondering at what point in my life I decided to take nothing seriously...except for the stuff that I do...take seriously, that is. It's put me in this confusing, perpetual state of angst...I know there's gotta be a balance somewhere, I just haven't found it yet...
Hmmm...I WAS going to share my thoughts about Dawson's Creek that I had this evening after listening to Heather Nova's "London Rain (Nothing Heals Me Like You Do)"...but, now it's too late. That may have been more entertaining for the both of us...
Rather, you find yourself here...reading about my insecurities...how fun! I sleep now...
Oh. Wait. No...that wasn't Life that I chopped up and snorted...it was Special K.
Sorry...my mistake!
God, I'm bored...I don't know why I have an obsession of joking about substance use/abuse...it's been going on since I was probably 15 years old...and it hasn't gotten old yet...well, to me anyway. Honestly, I'm truly surprised some of you people can even stand being around me after so many years...have you not noticed that my lame-ass humor material hasn't changed? If I were hanging around me, I'd be so sick of myself by now.
Sure, I'd like to visit myself every now and then, maybe every other weekend or so...slowing it down over a 10 year period to an occasional sporadic visit every 4 and a half years...but, other than that, I'd be happy with just looking back at the past time I spent with myself and reflecting, "Ahhh...weren't those times just swell? I should really try to contact myself sometime soon...but, eh...I'm sure I'm busy or something...probably with the other things...so, I don't know...I'll think about it again next month."
Do you see what I'm talking about?!?! I'm seriously wondering at what point in my life I decided to take nothing seriously...except for the stuff that I do...take seriously, that is. It's put me in this confusing, perpetual state of angst...I know there's gotta be a balance somewhere, I just haven't found it yet...
Hmmm...I WAS going to share my thoughts about Dawson's Creek that I had this evening after listening to Heather Nova's "London Rain (Nothing Heals Me Like You Do)"...but, now it's too late. That may have been more entertaining for the both of us...
Rather, you find yourself here...reading about my insecurities...how fun! I sleep now...
--- a likely story from --- themellenhead @ 12:38 AM 
