I’m not sure what I want to ant about today. I don’t have a point to make today. I just have random ideas that are no where close to being coherent(which happens more often than not for me).
I need a new pair of tennis shoes. Preferably Sauconys, only because I like the color choices.
Poetry is not indicative of rhyming, it is indicative of metaphor.
I have a sinus headache that could bring down Pyongyang.
I wanted to be done with a draft copy of Melodramatic by tomorrow but that’s not going to happen.
I haven’t opened my textbook to start the chapter for my networking class (it started 2 weeks ago).
I’m staying with my mom until my house is built and this morning as I was leaving for work I told her I would be late coming home. She asked what was late, I said 12 or 1. She asked where was I going. Why did that irritate the $^!+ outta me?
Relationships are far to complicated for me.
I should have done more with my teen years. I don’t regret anythign I did, I just recognize there could have been more done. And for me that’s saying a lot.
I watched When the Levees Broke Acts I & II last night and now I’m pissed all over again.
Sidebar**** Katrina hit Mississippi, the eye went straight up 55 like it was driving the scenic route. Highways, the physical road, (gravel, dirt, dust and all) down the coast were rolled up like bails of hay. But, I digress.
I am afraid of all this adult responsibility. Yet I have been an adult since I was about 14.
I’m really really tired and detoxing off Redbull doesn’t help.
I’m ready to begin my career. Technically it has begun, I’m just waiting to advance.