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[May. 31st, 2012|10:19 pm] |
god damned mother fucking livejournal deleting my fucking 1000 word entry about science fiction
eat a fucking bag of dicks with a side of deep fried balls you russkie bloggers
jesus mary and joseph, you don't have the good cocksucking grace to save a draft on your server |
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[May. 3rd, 2012|09:54 pm] |
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I do believe that I am in a place where I do not register in anyone's life. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2012|05:15 pm] |
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In order to make people happy, I must destroy the things which make me happy. |
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[Apr. 22nd, 2012|08:47 pm] |
At the moment I'm waiting to get over this recent fascination with Minecraft. It's a delightful game, I've played it a few times through an 'evaluation' version. My current seed is nice and I plan on tricking out the desert with a fallen Steve with a giant diamond sword nearby made from diamond blocks and obsidian.
Of course I'll be editing my inventory.
On the other hand I want to build a Minecraft Mount Rushmore featuring the heads of a spider, zombie, skeleton, and the beloved creeper.
Yes, I oughta be writing. Such fascinations make me believe I don't want to be a writer since I oughta be writing every waking moment of my day.
By the by, I watched Сталкер. The Writer's soliloquies resonated with me.
"A man writes because he is tormented, because he doubts. He needs to constantly prove to himself and the others that he's worth something. And if I know for sure that I'm a genius? Why write then? What the hell for?"
There was another one about the futility of writing and one's legacy.
Don't know if it's a good movie since it's completely alien to something produced in the USA or if Сталкер stands on its own merits. I'd shudder to see how any American studio would approach the story, probably drawing upon the FPS game based off Roadside Picnic.
On the gripping hand, it made me want to learn Russian. Even if it's basic conversation. Right now I can suss out the possible pronunciation of words but I don't know anything beyond da, nyet, dasvedanya, schto, and vodka. |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2012|08:55 pm] |
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I'm back on my antidepressants after being off them for months.
Why did I stop? I tried to refill the prescription, was told it was expired, afraid to contact my doctor to have it refilled because I figured it'd cost me money that we don't have here. Plus I was toughing it out despite coming home in tears a few times from exhaustion at work. Fucking sick of sales. I hate capitalism like an angsty teenager embracing satanism because it's not christianity.
Anyway wife found out, shit came down, got it refilled which demanded an appointment. They checked out my right foot (three months to fully heal after January's pratfall which would've made Gerald Ford green with envy), the fungus infection on my fatness and a once-over to see if everything's ticking like a Swiss timepiece.
My muttering is at a minimum. When I'm alone I'm not saying inappropriate things like "I hate my former girlfriend" or anything else. No longer am I having paranoid fantasies about being in Locust Grove at 2 a.m. wondering if I'm going to sleep in the park or my car with fantasies of building a debris shelter as an in-between. Mind you, I still have my demons but they're largely under control.
Reckon life is looking up. Need to keep up the momentum. This fucking Europe schedule having me wake at 5 a.m. is killing me. |
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[Mar. 27th, 2012|07:08 pm] |
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My head was very noisy about an hour ago. I was pacing around, muttering to myself and unable to keep a thought in my head. First thing I blamed was the citalopram followed by myself for being so fucking screwy in the first place. Second step was beating myself up for not getting any turnovers today while my co-worker got two in addition to reminding myself that I am frittering my life away more enamored with the title of "writer" than actually writing anymore. Third time I fell was over the paranormal blog. The new news editor is doing the site now and apparently doesn't need my help as deputy news editor. Is it because I suck as a writer? Hubris at thinking they can do the job all on their lonesome? Hell they haven't even said "hello" to me. Outside is cold right now and I don't want to be inside this dark, cold, lonely house by myself. I'm fucked that I have to be in bed by 9:30 and up at 5:15 because I can't go out and pay a social call or anything. A pig. In a cage. On antibiotics. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2012|06:21 pm] |
The job I interviewed for last week has not called me back. Guy said he'd let me know regardless of the news. Also I won't cum in your mouth. See you in church. The check should be in your mailbox any day now.
My hopes are not dashed.
They weren't up much in the first place.
Just wish they were classy and stuck to their word.
On the bright side, my shitty day job may come through with cash this year. Maybe. Inshallah. |
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[Mar. 21st, 2012|06:17 pm] |
I'm the kind of person who is easily moved by special weather statements.
Look for patchy dense fog along coastal sections of Delaware and New Jersey this evening. It will continue through the evening commute. Visibilities in the patchy dense fog could drop quickly to one half mile or less... which could result in poor driving conditions. The most likely places to encounter patchy dense fog will be right along the coast and near inlets and bays.
If commuting, please be wary for changing Road conditions, pedestrians and joggers. Give yourself extra braking distance.
It's not Shakespeare but the bit about pedestrians and joggers followed by "Give yourself extra braking distance" really touched me. It's like NOAA put their hand on my shoulder and whispered that in my ear with a reassuring voice. A feeling you only get as a mourner when friends reassure you everything's going to be alright. |
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