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Been A While
October 7, 2007I can't believe it's already October 7. My last post was on June 16. It's been so long that I even forgot my password. Jeez, I had no idea how traumatized I was by the encounter with the higher-ups. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Or maybe I just don't have anything to say anymore. Been out of sorts lately. I wonder why. I'm not actually doing anything. Or maybe that's just it. Standing still while the world passes me by. Waiting for something to happen but nothing ever does. Or maybe I'm just not making things happen. A lot of plans and dreams. But that's just it, they're just dreams. And then you fall off the bed and wake up. Wake up with a major headache. And then you realize that you didn't actually fall off, you were already sleeping on the floor and something just fell on your head. I think what's happening is that I don't care as much anymore. Take Noy Berhel for example. I still see him walking around looking like that Hannibal character Mason Verger (disfigured and eaten by pigs) hitting on younger chicks like he's Vincent Chase. Still ticks me off, but not as much. And them "dudes" acting like they're so cool. Like they're The In Crowd. More like The trying-to-get-in-but-really-not-good-enough-to-get-in crowd. And the ass-kissers. Thinking they're so coy but are really so transparent. And wannabe comics. News flash! We are not laughing with you, we are laughing at that shit-eating grin on your face. And some know-it-all's. As if theyre thinking outside the box. Truth is, they really don't know what the box looks like. Fuck the box, I'm so way beyond the box that the box is like a dot to me.
…Wheeeww.. I feel so much better.
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