I've hit the wall
it's nott hat i haven't been trying to write lately, instead the reason is that i feel oddly uninspired, and infact i've got nothing on me.
i've become cliche
not saying that i was ever orginal, but it is becoming moreso apparent in my old age. i'm getting to the point where i am so bitter and jaded that i don't even expect anything from life... it's not that i'm depressed or sad it's just i'm so utterly indifferent to anything tat all at this point, and i have merely accepted that people are morons and no amount of bitching will ever change that.
i went to yet another terrible party last night, it was cockfest 2005 and no one was dressed up for halloween, i knew this would be the case and expected nothing from this alleged party i embarked upon. but i mean obviously it was going to be shitty i didn't even have alcohol until i got home, and i made a cosmopolitan out of freshly made cranberry juice, and i tried writing about this or my last few days, but nothing happened...
another thought as to why i've been indifferent as i've been drinkign much more frequently, and alcohol makes me do many things like become much more indifferent to the company that is around me, and thus i'm at an even greater level of indifferency than normal, and thus even less inspired to write.
painters and even writers often say that their misery is the sorce of their artistic talent, and if they did not have their misery their artwork would simutaneously suffer witht he lack of misery. but what happens when they get to the point where they don't even care they don't even have a passion for death or life, hate or love, they just don't care? is that when vangough goes on a huge absinth drinking binge and cuts off his ear? quite possibly.
i tried many times writing about how it's funny that all my best friends hated me or i hated the at one point in time, joel you're no exception as i found out wednesday whichw as hilarious. but while wiriting it i counted the word hated or some variation of hate 87 times in 400 words, that's rediculous. so i scrapped it.
i need a kick in the head, or something...
i've become cliche
not saying that i was ever orginal, but it is becoming moreso apparent in my old age. i'm getting to the point where i am so bitter and jaded that i don't even expect anything from life... it's not that i'm depressed or sad it's just i'm so utterly indifferent to anything tat all at this point, and i have merely accepted that people are morons and no amount of bitching will ever change that.
i went to yet another terrible party last night, it was cockfest 2005 and no one was dressed up for halloween, i knew this would be the case and expected nothing from this alleged party i embarked upon. but i mean obviously it was going to be shitty i didn't even have alcohol until i got home, and i made a cosmopolitan out of freshly made cranberry juice, and i tried writing about this or my last few days, but nothing happened...
another thought as to why i've been indifferent as i've been drinkign much more frequently, and alcohol makes me do many things like become much more indifferent to the company that is around me, and thus i'm at an even greater level of indifferency than normal, and thus even less inspired to write.
painters and even writers often say that their misery is the sorce of their artistic talent, and if they did not have their misery their artwork would simutaneously suffer witht he lack of misery. but what happens when they get to the point where they don't even care they don't even have a passion for death or life, hate or love, they just don't care? is that when vangough goes on a huge absinth drinking binge and cuts off his ear? quite possibly.
i tried many times writing about how it's funny that all my best friends hated me or i hated the at one point in time, joel you're no exception as i found out wednesday whichw as hilarious. but while wiriting it i counted the word hated or some variation of hate 87 times in 400 words, that's rediculous. so i scrapped it.
i need a kick in the head, or something...
8 Comments:
haha what? i hated you?
or you hated me?
i'm confused. I say i hate someone at least 10 times a day. Its like 'gay,' a word that has lost all meaning for me
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joe, at 7:58 PM
ps i hate math
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joe, at 7:58 PM
naw keeley said you hated my guts and you'd go on for hours about how much you hated me... supposedly... she also said you'd deny it to the death so i must fight you into submission/death to get the truth out of you, whether or not she set it up as a scheming ploy to off her ex i do not know. but i suppose i have some fighting to the death to once again accomplish...
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Doc, at 1:48 AM
i couldn't tell her one thing without her taking it out of context and blabbing it to everyone
absolutely no trust
tell her i hate her and that i go on and on about how much i hate her because i hate her
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joe, at 5:48 PM
and although i have no recollection of this actually happening i wont deny it
what haven't i ranted about though?
and keep in mind, this is coming from someone who believed every word Luciuk said.
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joe, at 6:45 PM
heh, if there is anyone on this planet that doesn't take things personally it would be me, well that's a lie, but i'm still better than most.
i think it's funny how first impressions are often skewered and never display the whole truth.
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Doc, at 2:07 AM
i rarely even remember first meetings anyway
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joe, at 6:36 PM
is dave/keeley doing something this weekend before they leave next week?
i want to punch her in the Ovaries
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joe, at 11:48 PM
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