So here you are again, Chris Fryer. Go ahead-- take another hit from the bong. I'll wait. Or you'll wait. If you actually do read this in the future like I'm planning you will. This is all part of the plan. This shit doesn't matter to you at all right now-- this life you're living has no value yet, it has no purpose --but it's going to pass by you in a heartbeat and your biggest fear is that you'll forget all the good memories. This is the part of your life that you're comfortable with wasting. Just a little, though. You're not going over the deep-end or anything. No coke or meth. No hookers. No getting arrested for tagging the side of a sculpture outside the library with a smiley face stencil. You're going to stay the mild-mannered college student you've been for three years and you're going to graduate and you're going to move to Denver.
Maybe.
Funny, but all this writing has distracted you from the bong. Maybe it's not such a hot idea, to smoke so soon before work. But you're talking 8:00 PM, which is more than three hours from now. But considering your paranoia about being late, you'll leave at 7:30 and so that really gives you three solid hours five minutes ago. Okay, now you're just going to take a hit because you've been talking about it so much. Nope... Still typing. Still typing. Okay, either I change the subject or I take a hit.
I took a hit. You took a hit, you bastard. I hope you have more willpower in the future.
Just kidding. I don't give a shit. I'll be sober by 7:30, no sweat. Anyway it's been a kind of crummy two days so I think I / you / we deserve a little high. But you're not about to start complaining about life again because you've come to realize that life is not a party all the time. Life is a series of events that make existence worthwhile. Existence, overall, is pretty bland. You wake up with a stomach ache because you've been eating poorly and then you bum around the apartment trying to keep yourself busy. Today wasn't as bad as yesterday. Today you have work to look forward to like a lighthouse beacon. You've just been rolling through the day with your eyes on that task: Go To Work. And that helps you forget how lonely the time can feel when all you want to do is nothing but you at least want someone to do nothing with.
Anyway, this is kind of a reminder that today was also the day you really got involved with those two other blogs you started yesterday. Two different stories told through diary/blog entries. You feel proud of these two creations and hopefully you continue to add to them. Someone commented on the second posting of "How I Survived The Zombie Invasion" and that made you happy. It's kind of the end of summer, though, and you're worried school will take away all this free time you've been having. You bitch and moan about having nothing to do and then you'll be bitching and moaning about having no time at all. So that helps these boring days feel like blessings in disguise.
Guess that's all you wanted to say. Alright, good talking with ya.
Maybe.
Funny, but all this writing has distracted you from the bong. Maybe it's not such a hot idea, to smoke so soon before work. But you're talking 8:00 PM, which is more than three hours from now. But considering your paranoia about being late, you'll leave at 7:30 and so that really gives you three solid hours five minutes ago. Okay, now you're just going to take a hit because you've been talking about it so much. Nope... Still typing. Still typing. Okay, either I change the subject or I take a hit.
I took a hit. You took a hit, you bastard. I hope you have more willpower in the future.
Just kidding. I don't give a shit. I'll be sober by 7:30, no sweat. Anyway it's been a kind of crummy two days so I think I / you / we deserve a little high. But you're not about to start complaining about life again because you've come to realize that life is not a party all the time. Life is a series of events that make existence worthwhile. Existence, overall, is pretty bland. You wake up with a stomach ache because you've been eating poorly and then you bum around the apartment trying to keep yourself busy. Today wasn't as bad as yesterday. Today you have work to look forward to like a lighthouse beacon. You've just been rolling through the day with your eyes on that task: Go To Work. And that helps you forget how lonely the time can feel when all you want to do is nothing but you at least want someone to do nothing with.
Anyway, this is kind of a reminder that today was also the day you really got involved with those two other blogs you started yesterday. Two different stories told through diary/blog entries. You feel proud of these two creations and hopefully you continue to add to them. Someone commented on the second posting of "How I Survived The Zombie Invasion" and that made you happy. It's kind of the end of summer, though, and you're worried school will take away all this free time you've been having. You bitch and moan about having nothing to do and then you'll be bitching and moaning about having no time at all. So that helps these boring days feel like blessings in disguise.
Guess that's all you wanted to say. Alright, good talking with ya.
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