Thursday, 26 November 2009
Doesn’t it just knock the wind out of you when the radio (or your shuffle playlist) pulls up a song, out of the blue, that perfectly describes the state of your mind?
I’m still trying to catch my breath.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
This was meant to be at least two long beautiful posts, but it won’t be.
Two things on my brain right now, no time to post:
1. I’ve switched jobs. Started two days ago.
2. Dad’s in hospital since two nights. Is better now, thanks for the wishes in advance.
I’ll be back when I can.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Since the end of college and the time I sold my soul to the Devil (it's so easy doing business with oneself, it's not funny) (read: got a job), I haven't had the time for any of that. And I miss it. The 'menace to society' bit most of all. = )
Anyhoo. The point of all this rambling: It's been almost two years now since I've had a decent outlet for my frustration. The closest thing I had to it was our office LAN parties, and those were more a mental release than anything else (seriously, how much physical frustration can you wear down by yelling at people to stop giving you headshots and then screaming jubilantly as you snipe them the next round and immediately getting fragged by one of their teammates and then setting off to crush them both the next round and buying the most expensive guns only to have yourself killed in like 15 seconds and it's a colossal waste of money, so you start going at them with the deagle just to act all 'oh, look at me, I'm playing with a mofo'ing bad-ass pistol'... oh, sorry).
You get my point, yesno? No? Umm.. too bad.
Again. Anyhoo. Moral of the story. I need to start playing a sport or start being physically violent in some way and work off my frustration. Why, you ask? Well:
will make it all big and awesome.