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| I seem to always find myself back at square one. Guess I should start making it more cozy, I'll be here a while.
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| Crazy summer, crazier week, and insane weekend.
Work is going on it's last leg with me. If they add anymore responsibilities to my list I'm just going to quit out right. They don't pay me enough for all the shit I take from them or the customers. Not to mention having to cover managements ass while they twiddle their thumbs and ignore the fact that we're understaffed. Blarg!
"Flip" made a short play of friendship this week when he declined to be 'just friends'. I question any guy's intent if they aspire to be something more without first being a friend. I've learned from my past and am not willing to repeat it for anyone. So cheers to you Flip, tho I understand you I can't say I fully respect you.
And the week ends with the return of Yo-Yo. Bringing me a smile and a good deal of confusion. I think this is going to get weird again....
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| I am burnt out! Not slightly golden brown, but charred to a blacken crisp. You know that small piece of batter that falls out of the strainer and gets forgotten. The one that only surfaces again when you go to dump out the oil at the end of the day. It's become nothing more than a hardened, shriveled, black piece of coal....that's me.
I need a break...understatement of the year, I know. On the off chance that I can find some time to get away from my 2 jobs and 2 side projects, there's still the matter of where can I go to get a proper physical and mental break? Bugger.
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| Sometimes in the wee hours before dawn, I catch the scent and the memory of it comes back to me. Just briefly and it's gone again.
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| Pride. It's a funny thing. The tragic flaw in every epic hero's personality. It swells and balloons with every accomplishment, but how quickly it deflates at even the slightest hint of failure. Fragile thing that it is. Still, the power that it welds in each of us. In the right amount it motivates and drives us. Too much and we find ourselves buried in self damnation. Pride makes us say things we don't mean and hide things we do.
I'm still searching for the right amount. So it would seem.
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