chasing heather crazy
I like drama free life. It suits me well. I can think of very few times in life, perhaps none, where I'm simply doing my job, doing it well (I'm back up to 2003 wages! fuck yeah!), making folk happy, and in between ignoring pretty much everything else.
I watch Archer, Arrested Development, and 30 Rock on endless repeat on Netflix after work. I have no life outside of any idiocies that happen at work, which tend to be self contained and have nothing to do with me outside of work. Random French films, all the crap that I used to not even think about...it's nice to take a break and just be. When my biggest worry is that I didn't get the laundry in the wash soon enough for work, simply because I didn't want to get out of bed, I think I'm doing ok.
Granted it'd be better if there was a nice girl in the bed with me to provide a better excuse for my mind, but you get the idea.
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BTW, this really is a great album, and I'm really pissed at myself for never having had the chance to play it over the whole house system I had in Pittsburgh. I could have rocked the suburbs with this noise that Pollard is putting out.
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Not having a life...not a big deal right now. I'm happy rediscovering (or simply discovering) music I should have been listening to a decade ago. Film, art, news, any media in general is a great thing. I haven't had cable TV in months and it's funny how much better connected I am despite it. Yes, I didn't watch the SOTU this week, but I could have streamed it. I didn't.
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Trying not to be so much backward-thinking these days. As in, "Geez, I really had it better back then" (whenever "then" happened to be). It's hard, especially since I really don't have much to complain about these days. A chef friend mentioned that I actually sound happy, to which I had no real response, but then he mentioned that I still mention how much I'm sleeping/drinking/etc despite said happiness.
"You're so used to being depressed and miserable, you don't know what to do when you're happy."
I've made a few adjustments, still working on them, but he was 110% correct. It sucks when you've been a miserable human being for so long that when shit finally starts going your way you don't know what to do, and simply keep doing the same things. Over. And. Over. Again.
They're called habits for a reason. Alcoholism, done, back again, done, repeat ad infinitum. In and out of love...see above. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for never repeating my idiocy of Madison, WI.
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I need to change my "home" locale one of these days, but it pains me to do so. Thinking over the places I've lived, DC is the only place I'd like to move back to (no offense, Madison or Charlotte!).
I watch Archer, Arrested Development, and 30 Rock on endless repeat on Netflix after work. I have no life outside of any idiocies that happen at work, which tend to be self contained and have nothing to do with me outside of work. Random French films, all the crap that I used to not even think about...it's nice to take a break and just be. When my biggest worry is that I didn't get the laundry in the wash soon enough for work, simply because I didn't want to get out of bed, I think I'm doing ok.
Granted it'd be better if there was a nice girl in the bed with me to provide a better excuse for my mind, but you get the idea.
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BTW, this really is a great album, and I'm really pissed at myself for never having had the chance to play it over the whole house system I had in Pittsburgh. I could have rocked the suburbs with this noise that Pollard is putting out.
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Not having a life...not a big deal right now. I'm happy rediscovering (or simply discovering) music I should have been listening to a decade ago. Film, art, news, any media in general is a great thing. I haven't had cable TV in months and it's funny how much better connected I am despite it. Yes, I didn't watch the SOTU this week, but I could have streamed it. I didn't.
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Trying not to be so much backward-thinking these days. As in, "Geez, I really had it better back then" (whenever "then" happened to be). It's hard, especially since I really don't have much to complain about these days. A chef friend mentioned that I actually sound happy, to which I had no real response, but then he mentioned that I still mention how much I'm sleeping/drinking/etc despite said happiness.
"You're so used to being depressed and miserable, you don't know what to do when you're happy."
I've made a few adjustments, still working on them, but he was 110% correct. It sucks when you've been a miserable human being for so long that when shit finally starts going your way you don't know what to do, and simply keep doing the same things. Over. And. Over. Again.
They're called habits for a reason. Alcoholism, done, back again, done, repeat ad infinitum. In and out of love...see above. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for never repeating my idiocy of Madison, WI.
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I need to change my "home" locale one of these days, but it pains me to do so. Thinking over the places I've lived, DC is the only place I'd like to move back to (no offense, Madison or Charlotte!).
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