So Long and Thanks for All The Fish
Journal Entry: Wed May 14, 2008, 7:58 PM
- Mood:
Tired - Listening to: The Eagles - Journey of the Sorcerer
- Reading: Life, the Universe, and Everything
- Watching: Cromartie Highschool
- Playing: Innocent Sweeper
- Eating: Hello!
- Drinking: Premier
It's almost Towel Day, couldn't have a more appropriate title.
Sucks I won't have to spend it with somebody I cared for. Cared. Yeah. For some reason she finds me a "burden" and that she's become "cold-hearted" as of late.
I bust my ass out in the Business District for 6 days a week with unpaid overtime hours, and spend the remaining free time either sleeping, desperately trying to do something artistic, or pretending to be a member of the bourgeois class... scratch that, I spend my free time in a futile attempt to make extra money. That never get me nothing. The sideline folks think I should do it like some sort of hippy volunteer. It's like the world is taking advantage of my kindness, and when I try to do something that's worthwhile to *ME*, I get punished by divine elements. Bastards.
All I wanted was someone to come home to, give me a few encouraging words. Waking up next to her in the morning is one of the most beautiful experiences I've had in my short life.... and that stuff gets me going despite all the bullshit I've been going through.
And now that one's gone. I feel like one of those cancelled Interplay RPGs. So much effort for nothing.
What an awesome blow to my creativity, that. I have totally lost my will to draw. No more new pics. Hopefully not forever, but at the rate I'm going, I wouldn't hold my breath. Same as sleep. No sleep for the weary. Apparently in the "real world", I've realized, quality work does not equate to living like a living person. Zombies. That's what they're turning me, and the rest of this country. A bunch of sleepless, senseless, thoughtless "world-class" zombies. I guess it's better than being an impoverished human.
And, no, I'm not being Marxist here. I don't feel alienated with what I produce. I love my code as if they're my own kids. But to be forced to treat my kids like retrofitted undead warrior child-freaks... that just takes it for me.
That's it. I'm too disgusted with the universe to care about anything, and I'm too overworked to actually even despair. Fuck this real world shit. All I want is a nap. A nice long nap.
Good-bye.
Devious Comments
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"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result getting something we don't have just rather recognizing and appreciating what we do have"
~Asaki
Hey sailor, pick yourself up there! Take an extra swig of rhum and try again. The girl left you because you were too long at sea? There will be other harbors, with other girls. And face it: with different quirks.
And while you're at it: is there any possibility of changing ships? Boats where you have to work 6 days out of 7... well, welcome to adult life, a lot are like that. But maybe you can find a better job nevertheless, it won't hurt to try.
Good luck, matey!
And I guess people change...we have to live with that~ We just have to move on and face the fact that people come and go~ There's always that special someone that's right for you...you'll find her...or she'll find you...when the time comes~
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Actually, I'm just tired. Really tired.
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Life's Ultimate Question:
WHAT WOULD CHARLES BRONSON DO?
However, I do still have a few tricks up my sleeve. But this is more of a last ditch thing. An extremely desperate move, if you will. If I fail, I'd be all spent.
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Life's Ultimate Question:
WHAT WOULD CHARLES BRONSON DO?
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Life's Ultimate Question:
WHAT WOULD CHARLES BRONSON DO?
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