Aggrrrrr
Pure unfiltered frustration………
This is going to be my release here. This fucking blog right here is going to be my imaginary punching bag ………it’s going to relieve the pent up anger that builds up with every handful of bullshit that is thrown at me throughout the day.
I’m still trying to figure out what this blog is going to be about. My first one I wrote on here was just a story I tell. But I can’t go on telling all my stories….then, lets say hypothetically friends of mine start reading this….then when I’m at a party or hanging out and I want to tell them a story, they’ll say…oh I read that on your blog. Then it will be awkward silence and I'll probably apologize …Also to be quite honest I re-read my first blog today and I didn’t even tell the story well….in person it’s way more effective. I am able to visually re-create the scene showing you how I beat up the raccoon, which makes it a lot funnier and dramatic…..but screw it ….that’s over now because I wrote that stupid blog….damnit…..now I want to take it down.
So now I don’t even know what to write about…..should I write about my day?.....I can do that but, then chances are I’ll write it out and then say….well shit I didn’t do much today and then get upset with myself…and wish I did more productive and wish i would have gone to bed earlier…..so that idea is out
Should I complain?.......Complaining is always good fun…..That’s mainly what this is for right?…..But everyone does that already with their status updates on facebook. Status updates took over....they are like mini complaining blogs….but they require less reading. That’s probably why they are taking off. People don’t have the patience to read more than about 34 words without getting distracted…so status updates are perfect……
So what then, should I get deep?......I can do that…..shit if you want I’ll get deep as fuck with you guys….I ‘ll have you in tears…..calling me up having a heart to heart….saying “we should start hanging out again dude like the old days”…..but I don’t want to do that…I don’t want to come off like I want sympathy….. shit I’m not gonna lie sympathy sounds great….. I’ll take as much as you'll give me…..that and a pastrami sandwich while you are at it.
Damnit…..now I’m hungry…..look what happened here….this always happens to me…Damn food fantasies…… I try not to eat at least 4 hours before I go to bed…I hear that it’s good for you…but just about every night right before I go to sleep some kind of food pops in my head and I want that more than anything in the world.
When my ex girlfriend lived with me I would go get her coffee when ever she worked in the morning. And when I was there the pastries would just give me death stares through that plate of glass. Sometimes I was convinced they talked to me…….they would whisper in my ear how scrumptious they were. It was really tough not eating them…like army tough…...I wanted nothing more than to just go buck fucking crazy and punch through that glass and eat a blueberry muffin, a doughnut, a piece of coffee cake and then pound a large vanilla iced latte………but this is when I’m planning on going to bed in about 30 minutes, so I can’t do that. Consuming 1400 calories of pure refined sugar and flour right before you go to sleep is suicide…….and a large coffee…..that’s just dangerous..
But there was one day I just couldn’t take it. I just said screw it. I ate a doughnut…..3 bites of a scone….downed a large coffee. I then got home and went right to sleep. It probably gave me heartburn the next day and I gained 1.8 pounds…..but it was worth it just to do it once.
I love those moments where you just say……..fuck it……….I’m gonna do what ever the hell I want……because I can……....and I will………..here I come.......I think I need more of those.
So I guess I did it then huh…..I wrote my second blog………that’s good right?...….I mean my Nyquil will be kicking in, in 5….4….3…………okay it kicked in….. I need to post this quick before it’s lights out
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