the day before yesterday i planned yesterday
Hey wow. This is here. I have enough places to put shit, so this is ancient history. goto: www.myspace.com/stokesaster
Hey wow. This is here. I have enough places to put shit, so this is ancient history. goto: www.myspace.com/stokesaster
Theres a little can of golf pencils here. If you push too hard on the lead to write, the piece of lead pops out the end. How shameful for a pencil! It has disgraced its tree ancestors, that is, if it's wood and not plastic.
dream
It's 55 degrees here. I am sitting on a ludicrously oversized couch in my parent's living room. There's a tv show on right now that is telling people how not to become a fatass this christmastime. Keebs is in his spot..which I think he chose because he can see both the front and back doors at once, to keep good watch on whats going on. Nabisco, on the other hand, spent a good half an hour last night walking on me..she's light, but somehow she just digs those paws right in..
I just realized how late it was just before I started typing right now, but that's not important. It seems that this is a common theme for me as of late. The unimportant bullshit that I have to deal with is dealt with in a way that really underscores it's unimportance, and the things that I take really seriously are getting some more sway. This sounds like a really simple axiom, but it's actually made me a little more effective in focusing on things I really want to do. For example, I can't wait to stop typing this and go and try and write and practice. My job feels really stupid, and I do it in a way that treats it as so (while still doing decent work) but the money I get from it isn't. Somebody who was a jerk or short with me on any given day rolls right off my back as well, and I'm trying not to fall into sentimentality when i'm around people I want to be around..cause i do appreciate every minute I get with them.
So Jon and I are going to Indy for a couple of days next week. After talking to the folks, we don't have enough time to make it all the way to Atlanta, and since they apparently know the former city fairly well, we're going to meet them there. I still have to work the rest of the weekend, which is okay i suppose. Tommorow we're playing at the Dorff. So when the chain of people comes up to us and asks if we're playing, we'll get to say yes, as well as get free drink. Speaking of which, I have a favorite beer there now, the vanilla porter. Good stuff!
I feel like a fool, but a fool who at least in his own mind knows what he's doing.