| oil soars above 70 dollars a barrel
and gas drops 20 cents
//am i missing something? |
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| I had almost forgot why I moved back to Tennessee...
then the honeysuckle bloomed. |
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| listen to this:
but take note: i'm not trying to be emo, i'm just offering it up purely for the terrible, terrible irony.
so. i book this appointment with a shrink, right? because i'm tired of feeling depressed and invisable, and i've tried everything else.
and the receptionist forgets to put me on the books when i called and turns me away when i show up.
goddammit.
ah, but it is the ebb and flow of this crazy, wacko thing called life. C'est la vie d'un perdant
i think i've blown my "pissed off" fuse. too bad i dont have an "apathy" fuse.
searously. i'm so sick of... everything. i used to have this wonderful rightous anger that would come out when society did something really stupid. and now... i just shrug and think 'figures'. i must have tripped a breaker somewhere.
or maybe i'm just saving my energy for the revolution.
or maybe i'm just building up steam.
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i can't believe they have finntroll on the "currently listening to" thing. that's amazing. i doubt anyone has heard of them.
think emperor meets the brobdingnagian bards. search em on your friendly neghbourhood p2p. |
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| And so... i always seem to return here. The inexcapable black hole. i must have stumbled into the "davis market" of xanga-dom at some point. only people from or in murfreesboro will understand that.
so it goes.
i've really nothing to say. save maybe a rant of undertermined length that's really nothing more than me wallowing in depression and self loathing. which, i suppose, is really the only coherent thing that falls out of my head lately (read: 3 years).
I'm going to a shrink later this week. i'm not shure how i feel about that.
for the record: i moved to portland, or for a while. now i'm back. cool town.
i've been in davis market. once. to buy smokes.
i hate myspace. i adore slashdot.
this post has gone far beyond the limits of what i wanted when i started. its even cheered me up a bit. i forgot how much better bitching makes me feel. i'm not nearly angry enough anymore. listening to bill o'reilly'll fix that.
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| hey! looket that. four years with xanga today. that's a damn long time.
anybody know anything about linux? i've got a couple of questions about bash script.
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