Largo 101

I find myself in a rut and I need to blaze a new course. With my current job it is easy to do so, and coasting on free rent from the parents doesn’t scream sucess. Hopefully with changes at work and my second job actually calling me in. I may have that chance to finally blaze that path from the fallback position.

Well this is where my desk/room stands. Needs improvement. I weigh 216.2 lbs. Technically obese by 20 pounds or so, bleh. Did 3×30 crunches 2×10 pushups.

Some doof/jackass/arsewipe decidied it would be funny to put some sprint wireless sidewalk signs RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD. So I pulled over and moved them. Still, Not Cool!

January 9th is my news year day, I’ve accomplished twenty-two revolutions of the sun. I weigh approx 230 and don’t excercise, I’m holding down a job at a local electronics store but I know this isn’t it. But I have no idea what I want. I know it involves tech, maybe coding, who knows. I just don’t see the light at the tunnel like everyone else does. By nature I’m a pessimist, I can’t help it, I always have. I wish I had a optimistic brother or sister when I was growing up.

Well all that matters is that I’m willing to at least bring a candle with me.

So i just posted a ridiculously large two part wallfiti on facebook ranting about something i cant even really remember, i mean i could, i just dont want to open that tab to her profile and read over what I typed and draw any points out of it for further elaboration. because any further elaboration could result to a discussion of my sanity. I love doughnuts, they make my tounge spin with thump thump thump happiness and euphoria. i remember i went to a doughnut shop with a girl i liked at the time, she wasnt feeling well. and my old high school group pastor was there. quick intro and talk and whatnot. thats really all to it. except she wasnt feeling well. people i know hurting or not feeling well makes me sad, i want to make them soup, cookies, bring them a movie, hang out with them, talk to them, espically after any sort of surgerey that requires perscription pain meds to recover. their more fun to talk to that way. Except if their a dude. I’d play Left 4 Dead with them and thats about it. Guys can totally tough it out. unless it was a life or death situation. I’m tired, mildly dizy. and this was my freewrite. Take that complacent idiotic bloggers, I’m breakin the frakin rules.

Peace.

EDIT: A did write this after a few glasses of wine.

So I decided to hunt around the internet tonight and found this little gem of someone on the east coast frustrated with the common comforts/dire situations of someone my age and either agnostic/atheistic who may be snowed in enough to prevent him from the local game shop visit.

Fresh [Burbia.com]