Nothing changes.
Now on to less depressing things.
How long can I go jobless, should I decide to quit my job tonight? The answer to that is: Financially I can go much longer than I can go mentally. I've done this before, with far less in my pocket, and my boredom from not having a job wins long before my bank account is empty. I almost quit last night. Now, I think I may hold out for a month, maybe two months longer. I should at least use my paid vacation time first, right?
A long list of things I could do while not working at my job.
I could sleep normally.
I could have free time to use effectively on things that make me not completely fucking miserable.
I could see my friends.
I'd have time to see that girl.
I could grow my beard.
I could go home and see friends.
I could go home and see family.
I could work on getting healthy.
I could finally work on writing that comic book with Sean.
I could finally start working on that punk band with Sean.
I could get out of bed, for reasons other than I have to go to work.
I could have the time to get my other arm tattooed.
Sometimes I wonder.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A couple things about not much at all.
My taste in women is getting a little too classy for my own good. This morning, in a very Vince Vaughn like manner, I hit on Jean-Georges daughter. It was like the scene the scene in Wedding Crashers where Vince Vaughn notices the blond across the chapel, and mouths the word "Hi." She blushed and sent her own hello in my direction. Our eyes danced back and forth in flirtatious glances like we were at a god damn senior prom. Then my coworker noticed, and told me who she was, and then reminded me that her father runs the restaurant that's with the company I work for. Dangerous territory. It didn't stop me.
This is almost as good as my secret relationship with Amber Rose(not really that classy). But like I said, that's a secret, we don't want Kanye to find out just yet, he is dealing with enough already.
Also, it is amazing how much less angry I get when my cable company phone technician speaks English. I have been having problems with my TV/internet all month, and have done a lot of calling, and a lot of yelling at people who don't understand the things I say, and respond in an English that very closely resembles Spanish, which I don't understand. But today I call, fully prepared to get angry very quickly, as I have a tendency to do. And then...the guy on the other end of the phone understood me. And then when he said something back to me, I understood him as well. And because of this, he was able to help me. And, well, I didn't yell at anyone.
This is almost as good as my secret relationship with Amber Rose(not really that classy). But like I said, that's a secret, we don't want Kanye to find out just yet, he is dealing with enough already.
Also, it is amazing how much less angry I get when my cable company phone technician speaks English. I have been having problems with my TV/internet all month, and have done a lot of calling, and a lot of yelling at people who don't understand the things I say, and respond in an English that very closely resembles Spanish, which I don't understand. But today I call, fully prepared to get angry very quickly, as I have a tendency to do. And then...the guy on the other end of the phone understood me. And then when he said something back to me, I understood him as well. And because of this, he was able to help me. And, well, I didn't yell at anyone.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Working hard, or hardly working?
Truth be told, I'm online shopping. Previously, I was eating pasta, the empty dish still sits beside me, a trophy of sorts. Before that I was reading Animal Farm, it is my first time. Almost mid way through, that too sits beside me, underneath my phone, the same phone I was earlier using to play poker. Before all of this, I'm sure I was working, I'm sure of it. Now done with shopping online, I have found two new items to spend my money on, though they both include sizes, and unless I can literally put something on, I have no idea what size fits me. I will buy these two things in person.
Item one is a new hat, I will probably buy multiple ones of these, as I want different types. I need, not want, but need a new cap, just like the one I lost. I belive my brother will pick one up for me when he returns to Miane shortly, there is a British/Irish import store there which sells Hanna Hats. That is the hat I want, a Hanna hat. Sean, my brother, will have strict instructions on this hat purchasing, and the use of the iPhones ability to take photos of said hats an email them to me will obviously be in use to make sure I like the hat. I'm really not that picky. I have decided with my thrid Hanna hat (yes, I've owned two others. One of which never really fit right, and one other that I drunkenly lost of the subway) I will go solid color, my other two have been patch work. And my only other request is that they fall into the colors ranging from gray, to black.
Much a long the same lines of solid color grey or black hats, I want a Fedora. I just do. I want a black one. Or maybe a gray one, with a black band around it. It will be nice, and I will probably never wear it. Online shopping for these has told me that they are not cheap. Well, fuck if I care, I want one, to wear maybe at least once. Mostly just to own. Fedoras take confidence, which I have, but rarely use in the right places, or times, like when I foolish looking hat is residing on my head. I will own one though, and do with it as I please. And that will please me.
Once again in terms of semi ridiculous clothing, I want some boots. Cowboy boots. Again, of a dark color. I want black, though I think when aged, brown would look better. I have long heard of the comfort of cowboy boots, and well, I just think they look pretty alright. I want no crazyness, solid colors only, and it just minor fancy thread work done on the upper portion of the boots. I arrived here, at cowboy boots, because I have recently decided to by running shoes, to go to the gym, and run (try to, I probably shouldn't because of my hip, but to hell with that). And buying new shoes made me think of buying other new shoes, that I would wear while doing something with no real effect ony my health, like drinking, smoking, drugs, or possibly horseback riding. I will never actually ride a horse, it has never seemed like a very smart idea. To me it seems like getting into a convertible that has a mind of it's own, and sometimes decides to throw you out of it, and then step on you. And you have to feed it. Anyway. I was reading the Stand, and the evil man, the walkin' dude, as he's call in the book, always has these worn down cowboy boots that we walks around the country in. The image of these boots is always so menecing, and mostly cool, and I just want some. Though I will probably never walk across the country, be immortal, throw people through windows, inhabit the minds of crows, or do any of that other shit the evil bad guys always do. I will have the boots though. These too, as proven through online shooping, are expensive. But. as always my irreversible cheapness has lead me to discover that all the ones I like are the cheap ones (under $150), so at least I've got that going for me.
And no, I do not (yet) have any desire for a cowboy hat. The above mentioned hats should hold me over for the time. Until of course I stop doing things, buy a house with a porch, a rocking chair, and stick a long piece oh straw between my teeth. Maybe then I'll buy one. And I'm pretty sure that day will come.
Item one is a new hat, I will probably buy multiple ones of these, as I want different types. I need, not want, but need a new cap, just like the one I lost. I belive my brother will pick one up for me when he returns to Miane shortly, there is a British/Irish import store there which sells Hanna Hats. That is the hat I want, a Hanna hat. Sean, my brother, will have strict instructions on this hat purchasing, and the use of the iPhones ability to take photos of said hats an email them to me will obviously be in use to make sure I like the hat. I'm really not that picky. I have decided with my thrid Hanna hat (yes, I've owned two others. One of which never really fit right, and one other that I drunkenly lost of the subway) I will go solid color, my other two have been patch work. And my only other request is that they fall into the colors ranging from gray, to black.
Much a long the same lines of solid color grey or black hats, I want a Fedora. I just do. I want a black one. Or maybe a gray one, with a black band around it. It will be nice, and I will probably never wear it. Online shopping for these has told me that they are not cheap. Well, fuck if I care, I want one, to wear maybe at least once. Mostly just to own. Fedoras take confidence, which I have, but rarely use in the right places, or times, like when I foolish looking hat is residing on my head. I will own one though, and do with it as I please. And that will please me.
Once again in terms of semi ridiculous clothing, I want some boots. Cowboy boots. Again, of a dark color. I want black, though I think when aged, brown would look better. I have long heard of the comfort of cowboy boots, and well, I just think they look pretty alright. I want no crazyness, solid colors only, and it just minor fancy thread work done on the upper portion of the boots. I arrived here, at cowboy boots, because I have recently decided to by running shoes, to go to the gym, and run (try to, I probably shouldn't because of my hip, but to hell with that). And buying new shoes made me think of buying other new shoes, that I would wear while doing something with no real effect ony my health, like drinking, smoking, drugs, or possibly horseback riding. I will never actually ride a horse, it has never seemed like a very smart idea. To me it seems like getting into a convertible that has a mind of it's own, and sometimes decides to throw you out of it, and then step on you. And you have to feed it. Anyway. I was reading the Stand, and the evil man, the walkin' dude, as he's call in the book, always has these worn down cowboy boots that we walks around the country in. The image of these boots is always so menecing, and mostly cool, and I just want some. Though I will probably never walk across the country, be immortal, throw people through windows, inhabit the minds of crows, or do any of that other shit the evil bad guys always do. I will have the boots though. These too, as proven through online shooping, are expensive. But. as always my irreversible cheapness has lead me to discover that all the ones I like are the cheap ones (under $150), so at least I've got that going for me.
And no, I do not (yet) have any desire for a cowboy hat. The above mentioned hats should hold me over for the time. Until of course I stop doing things, buy a house with a porch, a rocking chair, and stick a long piece oh straw between my teeth. Maybe then I'll buy one. And I'm pretty sure that day will come.
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