5.27.2005
And all the world is football shaped, it's just for me to kick it's face.
So...guys...like I'm sure I've said before...I'm ready to get the fuck out.
Remember how I said I was going to make it through my bout of spring fever without quitting my job? Well, I lied. There was a little bit of something that made me crack this year...not that it's serious or anything, but it was enough to make me act.
I decided about a month or so ago that I needed to get out of town for a significant amount of time. And I'm ready to answer questions...although most of you probably know most of these answers...but anyway, here we go:
1. Why?: My life is pretty much just a bunch of bullshit. I figured that I could continue this life of bullshit someplace else...at least for a little while.
Also, my little brother is finally moving into town. I think it's about time that he takes over that task of answering my mother's three-time-a-day phone calls.
2. Where?: I'm moving myself up to Cape Cod, USA...at least for the summer months.
3. Are you coming back?: Of course I am. My master plan is to come back in October, meet a girl name Brandy and explain to her, that while she is a fine girl....that my life, my love and my lady is the sea...and then I'll move back to the Cape. Saying this and meaning it has always been one of my goals in life.
4. What is this wishy-washiness?: Wouldn't you like to know?
5. Look bitch. I haven't been reading your blog for this long only to be now told that I'm not getting any details. So, what the hell spured this?:
Geezz, you just don't give up, do you? So...I started a job explanation...and then realized that it was just as lame and just as similar to my past service industry "this sucks" explanation. So, then I started a relationship explanation and realized...that, yes...it was just as lame as my past relationship excuses. So, when it comes down to it...It's all lame...and I'm sick of it all.
Passive aggressive, Nuevo disco, retro-cool, small-town-compassion, conservative-liberal politics, music loving/hating snobbiness, indecisive, independent lemmingness..........all of this is embodied in myself.
Anymore explaining? Because I can draw out the details as I pleasantly kick in the teeth of a patsy...
6. Ouch. Well. We won't go there. Are you going to keep blogging during your sabbatical?: I haven't decided yet. We'll just leave it at...well...we'll see. It actually all depends on whether I can think of a good name...any suggestions?
7. Because you're leaving...can I give you a hug?: Don't touch me.
Remember how I said I was going to make it through my bout of spring fever without quitting my job? Well, I lied. There was a little bit of something that made me crack this year...not that it's serious or anything, but it was enough to make me act.
I decided about a month or so ago that I needed to get out of town for a significant amount of time. And I'm ready to answer questions...although most of you probably know most of these answers...but anyway, here we go:
1. Why?: My life is pretty much just a bunch of bullshit. I figured that I could continue this life of bullshit someplace else...at least for a little while.
Also, my little brother is finally moving into town. I think it's about time that he takes over that task of answering my mother's three-time-a-day phone calls.
2. Where?: I'm moving myself up to Cape Cod, USA...at least for the summer months.
3. Are you coming back?: Of course I am. My master plan is to come back in October, meet a girl name Brandy and explain to her, that while she is a fine girl....that my life, my love and my lady is the sea...and then I'll move back to the Cape. Saying this and meaning it has always been one of my goals in life.
4. What is this wishy-washiness?: Wouldn't you like to know?
5. Look bitch. I haven't been reading your blog for this long only to be now told that I'm not getting any details. So, what the hell spured this?:
Geezz, you just don't give up, do you? So...I started a job explanation...and then realized that it was just as lame and just as similar to my past service industry "this sucks" explanation. So, then I started a relationship explanation and realized...that, yes...it was just as lame as my past relationship excuses. So, when it comes down to it...It's all lame...and I'm sick of it all.
Passive aggressive, Nuevo disco, retro-cool, small-town-compassion, conservative-liberal politics, music loving/hating snobbiness, indecisive, independent lemmingness..........all of this is embodied in myself.
Anymore explaining? Because I can draw out the details as I pleasantly kick in the teeth of a patsy...
6. Ouch. Well. We won't go there. Are you going to keep blogging during your sabbatical?: I haven't decided yet. We'll just leave it at...well...we'll see. It actually all depends on whether I can think of a good name...any suggestions?
7. Because you're leaving...can I give you a hug?: Don't touch me.
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1. Your life is not, i repeat, not bullshit. If it was, i would have told you long ago. I've actually done that to a couple people, told them their life is pathetic, but unfortunately, they didn't get it. Not my problem. You, however, are not on my list of pathetic folk and, since I am omniscient, you can trust my judgment that you're going to be just fine.
2. Enjoy your trip East. I hope the salty air will do you good. Ever thought about apprenticing yourself to a chef? Ooooo, how about to a blacksmith? Then you could forge me one of those huge kickass belt buckles!! YES!
3. Avoid gals named Brandy. While (usually) fine girls, they often bring trouble.
4. Please please please keep blogging, if not here, then somewhere else. I don't think I can go more than a week without witty banter of the Mel-a-rific variety! Fo'realz. At the very least, send me an email every now and then, eh?
2. Enjoy your trip East. I hope the salty air will do you good. Ever thought about apprenticing yourself to a chef? Ooooo, how about to a blacksmith? Then you could forge me one of those huge kickass belt buckles!! YES!
3. Avoid gals named Brandy. While (usually) fine girls, they often bring trouble.
4. Please please please keep blogging, if not here, then somewhere else. I don't think I can go more than a week without witty banter of the Mel-a-rific variety! Fo'realz. At the very least, send me an email every now and then, eh?
Did you get your subject header from Streetfigher 2, the video game? I had a similar subject heading a few posts back and that's where I got it. Nerds, unite!
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