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28 March, 2003
Drama......cripes.
there's a lot of things that annoy us in life. for instance, when i go to drop the kids off in the pool at work, i often have to halt the brown baby boy mid travel because someone comes in to the bathroom. sounds weird, but the bathroom is one urinal, two stalls, and complete silence. the place is like a sound-proofing chamber. i swear you can hear the bacteria growing in that bathroom. so, if you're sharing the space, the other person can hear everything, and i mean EVERYTHING! highly annoying. oh, web sites about alarm clocks and pet rocks are annoying. so are hangnails, street-beatings, evil sarah at last call, bad art, and war. but most of all, the most annoying and tiresome thing has to be drama. i am sick to fucking death of drama. i used to surround myself with it. it was so exciting. he said, she said - oh it was so great being mopey, and quoting smiths songs that applied to the situation - feel sorry for me, pay attention to me, i can't believe he did that, why is she like that, blah blah blah fucking blah. heaven knows we're miserable now. but then i went to amsterdam. i took a week off from the boston scenesters - and it was great! no little black haircuts, not a little pocket-mod (thanks grish) in sight, not one (well, a couple) man purse to be seen. i realised that i, in my head, am a picture of perfect mental stability. i found serenity in half-pints of fresh heineken, and peace in stumbling all sauced up past the anne frank house, talking about her diarrhea in the attic. i noticed that no-drama is super cool. i don't have problems, i'm not crazy....but the rest of the world is fucked! Word up!! when i got back, the drama attempted to start again.....but i was now prepared. instead of the chocolate flavoured dignity-free guilt shake i'd have for breakfast, i now replaced it with a healthy bran-brick of fuck-it-all. 'oh crap, what do i do, i feel so guilty, i think i'm gonna cry, where's my velvet journal?' was quickly replaced with, 'dude, you're nuts. seek professional prozac.' yes, living the drama-free life is the life for me. i couldn't be bothered. it's all about avoidance, and pretending to be at least a 19 year old at age 26. let's see how long i can keep it up. who's up for some PBR? sounddoc
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