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Not too much to rant about this time, so this entry most likely won't be the size of a college textbook, but.. No promises. If you find my entries to be too long to suit your tastes, well, you can blow me. Because, well.. You know, who has two thumbs and likes blowjobs? This guy. So yeah, mr/mrs/ms smarty pants, learn how to read something larger than a matchbook. You may find quality goodness contained therein. Or, you may find the festering pile of cow droppigs that this journal so often emulates, and that would just be a shame. Not too much in the news lately, just some items of humor interest, so my newsdumps will be lacking any reall journalistic or rant-worthy quality. I'm just going to touch on this Ward churchill thing. Every once in a while, somone is going to come along and say some *really* unpopular things. We have to understand this, and stop with the death-threats. Alos, some people need to learn to take things at deeper than face value. I mean, some things have a deeper meaning, and maybe, just maybe, you missed it the first time through. Enough with that, we move onto the next item in the agenda. Maybe there isn't one. Well, yeah, there is. I *try* and keep my personal life seperate from Gaia-life and vice-versa. I mean I talk about the things that happn in each portion of my life, but I try not to let it affect the other. So, if I have a completely shitt day at work, I don't do something stupid and say.. try and ban Locke. Or, if I have a bad day dealing with you shits, then don't go home and throw neighborhood children from my balcony. Well, not any more than usual. You know, not hard. I aim for the grass at least. Kids are fine, they're malleable, they bounce. Anyways, this, like all good things, does not always go as planned. Sometimes, Gaia-life *becomes* personal life. There's nothing I can do about that. Sometimes, personal life will affect Gaia-life, and that will afect personal life. It's such a tangled web we weave. Mind you, having seen some of the *really* shitty things my so-called friends have done to me will undoubtedly lead to spillover. Some of you on here can vouge for that, having been the bearer/recipient of angry phone calls. (sorry.) I guess what all this has been trying to say, or lead up to, is.. Sometimes, things work out in the last possible way you expected them to. When and if this happens, consider yourself fully screwed, and move onto damage control. I've found that breaking all ties with anyone and everyone, and generally making people wonder just what in the ******** is wrong with you is not the correct course of action. I did it anyway. Old habits, all that. Eventually, you will come to this point where you are now officially residing in the land of "screwed". You are the king, the queen, the court jester of this fabled land. You, in all officiality with all the duties and titles imbued upon such, are screwed. Accept it, and start collecting taxes from the peons and serfs. Once the novelty wears off, you may wish to move from these lands. Do not entertain such thoughts. You're here for a while. Eventually you will leave, but, if you're like me.. You'll end up right back here, so don't get the mail forwarded just yet. In closing, I apologize to anyone who I may have hurt in these last 6 months, and I apologize to anyone who hurt me in the last 6 months. If you hate me, love me, or simply don't care. I understand fully. I'd say I'm okay now, but I'm pretty ******** up in general, so it's hard to guage.
 Twistex · Mon Feb 07, 2005 @ 01:36pm · 0 Comments |
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