Saturday, September 10, 2005

como se dice?.?.?.

Well, it's 4:20, and while I mean 4:20 AM, it still passes for a good moment, regardless of my bleary and bloodshot eyes. As with all things, things have changed again in life, ushering in what I hope is just a brief detente with the world, at least until I get straight and can figure out where all this jibby-job madness fits in with my plan to end up drinking rum on sunny beach. More to the point, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with the world, but then, it'll be there for a while, so no decision has to be reached.

I have noticed a seeming increase in the amount of butterflies lately. This would hardly seem worth mentioning, except for some reason it makes me think of the butterfly girl, and that is just unpleasent. I can't really describe it any better, mostly I just want to grab the elaborate moths, tear off the wings and stomp on the remains, but then again, it really isn't their fault. Not to mention killing a butterfly wouldn't make me feel any better about the whole experience. So instead I just think about the butterfly girl and that leaves me in a foul mood. Luckily, the medicine has arrived and looks to be in superb form.

Methinks there was something else I wanted to write about tonight, but aside from the fact that I finally found a job with benefits, it seems little else of import has really occured lately. Lest you think life is boring, it isn't, well it is, but only in large doses. So, other than keeping my sanity by listening to Joe Henry music and watching my beloved PATRIOTS FUCK THE RAIDERS LIKE A SKANKY VILLIAGE WHORE. Lest you forget where my loyalties lie, Thursday was spent watching the Patriots game at my friendly local drinking establishment. It's not nearly as good a sports bar as the redneck looking joints back in the burg, but what are you going to do? Fuck it man, let's go bowling....

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Saturday, September 03, 2005

george harrison and his acoustic guitar...

I haven't posted in a while, clearly to the detriment of my former pledge to reformat this blog and get it back into some sort of order. Realistically, I was planning on deleting any post that spent time bitching and moaning about certain subjects in an effort to reformultate the past a bit. See no evil, hear no evil, know what I mean?

But, much as I hate to admit it, at some base point in your own deep and dark considerations of the possibilites for existence, there is a truth, if not a narrative of the past that runs through the present. As much as you can cut ties to any event or moment experienced in life, there remains enough of a connection that serves as both a remembrance and reminder. Ultimately, that could be good or bad, but overall seems a rather simple (and elegant) means of self construction. You might not remember, but you'll always know, that sort of thing.

On a related note...With so much going on, I have had precious few moments to sit and think about where my own recent course is leading. I suppose there will be work and such for a few months, some time to cool my heals and rest the old noodle, but what now? I don't know, but soon, I'm sure the reason will come. And if it doesn't, I'll make one up, so I suppose in the final consideration, it can't hurt to try this for a while.

Well, enough of this. My head is exploding with Beatles music and the doctor's kind, time to go watch a movie and pass the fuck out. More later, ad nauseum and such. Itn ever really changes, but it's never quite the same. (Sorry about the cliche's/tired euphemisms and such, it's just I had a good night, and my brain is only barely functioning.)

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