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2001-03-29 - 2:49 p.m. Revived and living next door to where I lived when I quickly jotted down my last entries. I don't know if a recap of the last few months is in order, especially because I can't ever remember what the hell I've been doing without help, but diaryland came through my head today as a way to avoid doing things and thinking thoughts that are required of me. I really need a place to clear my head out again because life lately has been filled with ten times the decisionmaking that it was when I started jabbering on the web, but a tiny fraction of the outlet. Rose and I moved out of the apartment she had been living in, and slipped in right next door with two bedrooms and a bigger kitchen. It's kinda nice. I almost died and I'll probably rant about that when I have a little more energy than I do now because it is a nightmare that I am currently suffering through. On the plus side I've gotten to sleep with Rose and her best friend, which was something that I was looking forward to, and I gained a ton of recognition at work as a hardworking intelligent guy with management potential. On the minus side, I quit the job suddenly and for obscure reasons. At the moment I'm living hand to mouth from Rose, ugggh. The situation shouldn't last long because of an insurance check I'm expecting though -- but the check was supposed to be here a month ago and rent is coming due. Ouch, what a mess I've made. Right now though, I'm typing in my diary from my own couch, in my boxers, because in a moment of weakness Rose purchased a game system from the defunct Dreamcast for a song. WOW! Now I can update my diary from home! Oh shit, all of my links are broken and the files are in Arkansas! I'm probably going to throw all this into a template though, and really, who gives a fuck anymore. Even though you'd think that with all this shit Andrew has stuffed into diaryland since I've been gone, he could've put on a few new templates... though I'm not one to complain about free shit. Luckily all of my readers missed out on all of the kinky sex stuff I would have been writing about if I had been writing all these months, so count your blessings. I guess now is when I would tell some witty story about me or complain about current events, but I'm just not inspired. I could put some cool links up but I don't know any, I don't really get off on surfing the web anymore, I'm basically just checking my email (and not answering it for some reason), or looking on ebay for things I'd like to buy. Here's something... if you remember me talking about how foxy Jane Addams was on a previous page, imagine my pleasant suprise when, watching cable in a hotel room a week ago, I saw her as the doctor in the flick "Father of the Bride II". I guess that was only 'something' if I'm using it in the sense of 'something creepy and obsessive'. Ghod. I'll just wrap this up now and consider whether to move to one of those crappy templates or just leave my diary broken and lifeless. Right now I'm leaning towards lifeless. Ciao. nofun. |
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