:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 4.13.2003 ::

Man, I'm fucking glum. I'm in a rut, I'm bored, without direction, and overall just spinning in oblivion. I need to built, design, create, I need a project, something dynamic to move me. I feel like I have all this energy and no place to put it. It's like muscle that if you don't work it, it just turns to fat - well all my creative energy is turning to some sort of gelatinous sludge somewhere underneath my liver, causing me do be able to do nothing other than go to work and watch the M's. I can't even finish the movies and books I'm starting. Nothing. I'm stuck.

But thanks to everyone who called this weekend - it was almost record breaking the number of people I talked to. You all rock.

And at this point in time I am going to blatantly give the bandwagon the ol' bird finger in the face - the Royals suck. Bring those bitches out here to the West Coast and my M's will show them the true meaning of "thank you sir, may I have another." Hmmm, that trash talking felt good - am I just lacking competition in my life.

Yeah, something is missing - I wonder what it is. I have a feeling it isn't on TV - I should stop watching so much - it's fucking addictive, I'm stuck in a groove of Simpson's/King of the Hill until 7 and then the M's until 10, then cartoon netwrok crap and metal videos until I loaf off to bed. I need a swift kick to the nuts of my energy and start moving.

In the meantime, I think my digestive track is really fucked up. Ugh.

"Nothin' seems much fun anymore to me. Don't feel like goin' out, nothin' worth singin' about, missing the alcohol..."
:: Freddy F. at 7:19 PM [+] ::