othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What the hell is going on anymore!?!? y'know, just when I think I've figured something out ... Life gives me a swift kick in the arse. I've been neglecting my diary duties as of late, swept away by epiphanies and lethargy alike. I look at what's going on in my life and I want more of ... something. and yet, sometimes I just want to sit on me arse and enjoy a good Lakers game, and say "to fuck with anyone else" (but what will I do if they win the championship? what after that? what then, what then!) so my friends are telling me to get of me arse and go apply myself - "Go to the Orange County Register!!" they say. "Look at this jackass writing this column in SHOW!! Surely, he has no talent!! Surely, you can do better than that" ... and yes, I can, but the jackass has likely been at the paper for thirty years. and he likely had an "in" at the paper to begin with ... now, assuming I could somehow blow someone to get in good with the editorial staff, would it be worth it - to labor there unheralded, for 20 or 30 years, simply for the privelege (i may have spelled it wrong, sue me) to have some jackass rinky-dink column. and yet that's what it comes down to seemingly. labor in obscurity, or blow someone. err... and my car got a flat tire today. fuck! and the women in my life be pissin' me off. that is, except my mom. ...fuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkk 5:04 p.m. - 2001-04-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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