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| [31 Aug 10] :: When all my dreams are crimes, I can't stand facing them... |
Tonight's post title is courtesy of a band called Queensryche, from their album "Operation:Mindcrime", still one of the the BEST albums ever to grace this planet. I keep seeing all my stupid facebook friends passing around that "quick, think of 15 greatest all time albums", so that's as close as you'll get to my participation in that chicanery.
God I love old words.
Ordinarily I wouldn't post here 2 days in a row, but I've had a lot on my mind lately, so you get to reap the benefits of my troubled mind.
I'm over thinking about [...continue] |
| [30 Aug 10] :: I'm posting again, it must be Sunday night. |
Sunday nights are the hardest, I think. Even with work to distract me, I still have too much time on my hands, and I miss having my daughter here.
This week, in the interest of taking the bullet for my fans, and experiencing shit you would be better off NEVER experiencing, I signed up for a free dating site.
First of all, as with all things, apparently you get what you pay for.
It wasn't the worst site in the world, and there seems to be a lot of people who use it, but I discovered some very troubling things about the rest of the world that just [...continue] |
| [23 Aug 10] :: Blaze of Glory |
It's 4:00AM, give or take, and I wonder why some people are just wired so differently. I'm finally getting accustomed to how things are, but I still have nights where my thoughts keep me awake. I worry about too much. My grandmother on my mother's side was like that. She was a champion worrier. Is it genetic memory that makes me this way, or something I ate?
Twice this weekend, I had Chuck Bartowski moments. If I'd been asleep, I could dismiss these images as nightmares, but I was awake. I chalk it up to worry. Pointless, senseless, meaningless worry. Maybe it's a side [...continue] |
| [14 Aug 10] :: All I wanna do is zooma zoom zoom zoom... |
My daughter started 1st grade this week. I'm always so proud of her, so amazed by her, and so crazy about her. I want the world for her.
Despite my hopeful fantasies, her teacher is not young, hot, and single. She is, in fact, the antithesis of all those traits, but that sort of thing is really to be expected in a life like mine. This is not a matter of bad luck, because I don't believe in bad luck, or any kind of luck for that matter. I think the universe has a method of operation, set in motion by a divine architect, and I am not equipped nor qualified to judge the [...continue] |
| [10 Aug 10] :: Inside You (and it's not what you think, you perv) |
There comes a time in your life when you realize there are two of you. There is the outside you, the one the people around you get to interact with, and then there's the inside you that's decidedly less...acceptable.
There are few people in this world who can successfully integrate those 2 parts into a coherent, single entity, and I certainly do not claim to be among them.
The inside me never stops commenting on the world around me. The inside me could give a shit about people's feelings. The inside me is, to put it bluntly, kind of a [...continue] |
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