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The voices have spoken.
Well, today is Monday. Mondays are usually hit or miss at work. Today was kind of both, I guess. I slept in a little longer than I planned to, although I don’t do a lot of planning in that regard. Anyway, I still had enough time to get ready and pack a lunch (as well as eat breakfast).
Maybe it’s allergies, but my left eyeball was pretty much bloodshot when I woke up. Even after eye drops and a cold cloth I still looked like a drug addict. Oh well, I suppose the folks at work are used to it by now.
Yeah, that's me.
A few months ago, I found myself in a situation very much like the picture on the left. It happens every so often, and it’s always because I try being a nice guy. I don’t think it’s wrong to be nice, but it’s been a problem of mine for a long, long time.
It’s not that I struggle with burning rage and/or a desire to rip people’s arms out of their sockets (most of the time, anyway). It’s not that I’m so incredibly selfish I don’t care about other people. Well, I am incredibly selfish, but that’s not where I’m going with this.
Daniel Predmore wanted to share. In my face.
So I’ve come to realize that updating each night this week would prove fruitless for the following reasons: one, all we really do is eat, and two, I’m on vacation.
So bitter, but so sweet.
About a year ago, I wrote a blog entitled “Chocolate Most Dark.” It was a naïve and simple-minded attempt at sharing my musings on life in general with the rest of the digital world. Yeah, that was stupid.
My ex-good-friend, who shall remain anonymous, promised I would feel great pain and embarrassment for dropping my guard and getting sentimental, and he did an admirable job of keeping his word. Thanks, Luca.
Greetings, and welcome to my personal weblog. I’m still getting the hang of WordPress’ dashboard and publishing features, so don’t expect anything too fancy just yet. Also, I’m not sure how I’m going to make the transition between this place and MySpace, or if there will be a transition at all.
