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.

three fails today

1. insurance company took out money too early causing a cascading event of wasted money
2. i worked on a day off
3. a coworker asked me “since you’re single, can you switch your morning shift with my evening shift on valentines day?”

the words, they aren’t coming

and they’re not pretty

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.