Sweet Home Uber Alles
Oct. 4th, 2002 07:13 amYes, I'm still here. Yes, I'm still nuts.
I tried the random function again. You'd think I'd learn. Every single one of them teenagers. High Schoolers. I feel dirty. No russians this time, though.
I love Hedwig and the Angry Inch. If it wasn't for this soundtrack, I would have gone seriously off the deep end last winter.
Spent a bit of time hiding in my closet the other morning. I hate it when I do that... But it's safer in there. Don't you know? Except when the clothes attack you.
I've been grousing about the state of the world lately. I'm beginning to feel there's nothing wrong with ignoring it as long as you have money coming in. Just live in your little bubble of your writing and dancing and lj posting, clubbing, sexual activity, etc. I mean, you only live once.
I've been beating myself up for being innappropriate, notorious, disrespectful of society, not normal. Trying to get a handle on what the "right" thing is.
I just don't want to be on my death bed wishing I'd just done SOMEthing rather than wondering what the "right" thing is. Besides, I don't like the general populace. I don't want to kill myself trying to fit in, slurping down prozac and tranquilizers so I can stop thinking and stay at home and hold down an office job, sitting there, rotting beneath the buzzing of flourescent lights.
I have a great big brain. I hate the fact I've been applying for retail. Sucks.
I talked to my old boss from the floundering computer company I used to work for. He told me I had a good head for code and should have pursued it more.
I learn the languages quickly. It wouldn't take that much of my great big brain to get a few certifications under my belt. I can also be an eccentric bastard and still write code.
Hmmmm....
I think it's time to go to bed. My workout partner is come to rescue me off the computer with a nifty shoulder rub.
Mmmmmmmmm...
Shoulder rub good.
Have I mentioned how much my workout partner rocks lately?
I tried the random function again. You'd think I'd learn. Every single one of them teenagers. High Schoolers. I feel dirty. No russians this time, though.
I love Hedwig and the Angry Inch. If it wasn't for this soundtrack, I would have gone seriously off the deep end last winter.
Spent a bit of time hiding in my closet the other morning. I hate it when I do that... But it's safer in there. Don't you know? Except when the clothes attack you.
I've been grousing about the state of the world lately. I'm beginning to feel there's nothing wrong with ignoring it as long as you have money coming in. Just live in your little bubble of your writing and dancing and lj posting, clubbing, sexual activity, etc. I mean, you only live once.
I've been beating myself up for being innappropriate, notorious, disrespectful of society, not normal. Trying to get a handle on what the "right" thing is.
I just don't want to be on my death bed wishing I'd just done SOMEthing rather than wondering what the "right" thing is. Besides, I don't like the general populace. I don't want to kill myself trying to fit in, slurping down prozac and tranquilizers so I can stop thinking and stay at home and hold down an office job, sitting there, rotting beneath the buzzing of flourescent lights.
I have a great big brain. I hate the fact I've been applying for retail. Sucks.
I talked to my old boss from the floundering computer company I used to work for. He told me I had a good head for code and should have pursued it more.
I learn the languages quickly. It wouldn't take that much of my great big brain to get a few certifications under my belt. I can also be an eccentric bastard and still write code.
Hmmmm....
I think it's time to go to bed. My workout partner is come to rescue me off the computer with a nifty shoulder rub.
Mmmmmmmmm...
Shoulder rub good.
Have I mentioned how much my workout partner rocks lately?
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Date: 2002-10-05 05:47 am (UTC)