don't you love it when you got someone in your house you can't stand and the person that invited them can't leave them alone. i am going to nip this up tomorrow. what do people think? honestly. an empty apartment with no furniture or a nice place crowded to the max. and if i hear sex i'm flipping the fuck out. the definition of respect does not exist in my brother's vocabulary and he's with a sex fiend fucken idiot, who fucked my other roommate. he knows the feelings of disgust i have for this whore and finds it no problem to invite this bitch into my home, the one that saved his ass. well this is defiantly enough. if they want to play house they can do it in her place. the bitch used up all my razors. they were like $10. and he only owes me like $600. that is the end of it. tomorrow they are getting it straight that he and she has to go. if they want to spend time together they can do it at her house.
Friday, November 27, 2009
i just threw my bed off...but barely. sleep is still at the edges of my mind. sometimes i like laying, half awake and half asleep, dreaming comes so i can remember it then. i couldn't remember my dreams for years...that's why i like to indulge and lay there, so i can remember them again.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
so my frenzy lately has been crafting. i figure homemade presents are better than the store bought ones. so my week off is more time consuming and tedious than the usual. only because i have a limited supply of endlessness to use for the moment. but that moment is very currently up cause the cat's meowing and i'm not really tired but it's time for bed. goodnite.
Monday, November 9, 2009
as i lay me down to sleep i think about my day's work...i did good. the chores i assigned myself to do are down. i can sleep with a clear head as far as those type of things are concerned. but i sleep alone. alone in my bed. no one there to hold me and tell me little nothings that really do mean the world. no joking and laughing and complaining i have to get up. just me...and chaos. it's a very quiet time. i can let the night fully enclose around me when i start to drift. last night's dream was a little unexpected. i have not looked up a meaning yet, at least someone else's meaning. i do have some assumptions of my own about the whole issue. maybe some of my worlds are colliding and i've made a whole new world that is just my own...but not really. today all is laid out for everyone to see. i guess that's always how it has been but now it is just so concrete. but i don't want to get away from this feeling of alone ness. it is somewhat comforting but i still want to pull away from it. if someone would pull me away from it...or poke or prode. something. but just me and this feeling for tonight. the night and me and my thoughts. let me think as i drift off.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
this is my first blog...so bear with me. i have been lost for something lately. whether it's happiness or contentment or excitement or thoughtfulness or deceitfulness or cunning or togetherness or spirituality or knowing or wondering or finding out or being or anything else one can feel away from...i'm not sure. i do know something is missing. people are disappointing me alot and i am starting to think i am taking things not as they should be taken. maybe i see the things in myself i don't like on the faces or in the actions of the people i am close to and i push them away until lately i'm feeling i don't really have anything. and the more things bother me the more i push this shit down into some place to be ignored until i have pushed so many things down there that i am becoming numb to the world. and life is happily or horrifyingly passing me by...as i numbly and slowly move down the street to my next destination and get the next task finished on time. i do these tasks as best i can and just keep moving, yet at times i feel like i haven't moved at all. and alone. people's passive aggressive actions towards me piss me off but i don't know of a way to talk it out without making things worse. so again i pack even more things down to be ignored...but this is coming from a place that usually is safe and whatever. people talk to me on the phone and just want to see if i'm mad then quickly get off. i feel into a little abyss and am trying to find a way out. very numbly, mostly calmly when i'm by myself and watch the world self destruct all around me. i cannot make myself stay out of the way. i am the hero and will save the day...by myself. i distance myself from things and people i can bearly tolerate and creep back into myself. i happy spouting out has long vanished. only to be replace with deep thought and retrospect that is really very useless. endless bitching about everything i don't like has somehow replaced my normal conversation. i hear this garbage come out of my mouth and wish i was a different person. someone who had a better outlook on things and more answers to these endless problems. these problems that are mountains that are goddamn creating civilizations and corruptness is breeding and being passed down to the kids. this whirlwind of trailer parks and sidewalks and getting your driving license and wearing band t shirts and washing all thought from your brain with a barrage of drugs and smut only to come out on the other side with what? running around like a nut until the struggles start to give way to needing a day to rest. jesus christ and i fucking go along with this shit. like a dumb retard, like a perfectly trained sheep following the herd. i stand perfectly bent over waiting for the next dick to come by and tell me how things should be done. little outbursts here and there but nothing meaningful and just more shit to come. as i very dedicatedly work hard for the shit pills to keep coming. dare not think that one day i may get bored my myself sitting alone thinking about broken thoughts trying to piece things back together with a broken mind. laughing at mind rot and excited to eat a tv dinner. great...and as the years go by and my health deterates hopefully one day i can afford some health insurance to i can keep my miserable exsistance going for as long as possible. watch more despair and laugh at shit that isn't funny or just nod because i have no idea what the fuck you just said. sorry...to busy making boxes. just nod and smile and put my eyes back down so i can concentrate on nothing and do my job right. so i can get back home to my empty house...let me correct myself...my apartment, which i can barely afford and eat another tv dinner. or maybe pickles and crackers tonite. yes, that's what i'm in the mood for. delicious. mmmmmmm. i'll look at my hands and know i should be doing something with them but i got this weird mindfuck that if i'm not specifically doing something specific i feel like i'm wasting my time...so i do nothing. let a whole lot of nothing take the place of another whole lot of nothing until i get the call to go pick up her meds. or be told i'm not first string of your friends, i have to wait until someone drops out, then i get the call. makes me feel great. so it's time to go home. on my $15 chair that i really do like, and stew till i'm just right. waste a little time, but that's almost up. i have a huge test on tuesday and i really have to start studying because i know it's gonna be killer and i don't want to fail.