maybe you understand and maybe you care and maybe my recent habit of not keeping a job is my cry for help (singing a beatle's song once again) and on one level i know i create my own experience in this life and my interest in satifying the world on any level is waning as my hope for finding the primary reason i stay alive (finding my partner, the one puts me first as i put her first) has less and less time to exist so why bother and all that logical apathy... remember when i used to want a wealthy mommy or daddy to adopt me like i've adopted people all through this life?... yeah, i'm still quite open to it if you know anyone interested...
what did we expect from the first weekend jobless and alone?... 66 entries?...
narf...
Friday, November 6, 2015
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- for what it's worth
- my aversion to fat
- little acts of defiance
- remember
- 100101
- the party was for me
- caring is a verb
- still have ruzzle
- a hundred thousand plus
- mindless chess
- 99947
- illusions are reality
- part twelve ( ... )
- part eleven (illusions)
- part ten (morning breath)
- part nine (sorta)
- part eight (again?)
- part seven (really?)
- part six (sorta)
- part five (sorta)
- part four (sorta)
- part three (sorta)
- part two (sorta)
- dazzling distraction (sorta)
- the facebook pages
- lonelier
- losing sleep on facebook
- lonely energy
- the world inside out
- the pain in the neck is back
- approaching 100,000
- softball update (season almost done)
- still not sleeping again
- the continuing saga of bungalow facebook
- sleep deprivation flashbacks
- thousand words
- saving the world on facebook
- eating less, sorta
- a champion softball season
- reconnecting with friends
- overheating laptop
- dying balloon
- old friends, bookends
- continued sleeplessness
- 5am pie
- potential
- laundry
- time on facebook
- roommate search (and other upheavals)
- chess
- incomplete begging
- request, plea, verily
- talking to friends
- let my defenses down
- keep it up
- the dark side of softball teams
- early and late
- quantity
- money stress, self-doubt, and fuel for a pity-party
- so as i said (softball)
- friends, and anyone else who cares
- back to winning ways
- killing optimism
- come share the world with me
- leg bites again
- Happy Birthday Mikey B
- it comes and goes
- just realizing i did not eat today
- being my friend
- not ready for prime time
- message to jackson
- ok, so we're dealing with it
- call it what you like
- nobody knows (in B♭)
- someone distract me
- people disappoint again
- sad
- dozens of unnoticed entries
- dumpster fruit
- bad day, sorta
- 66 entries
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musical distractions
If people had visible signs or meters that told something about them, what would you want it to tell you?
dumb poll (above), smart responders
all the previous poll votes were somehow erased, so, nevermind... ironically or coincidentally or whatever, the results were very close in practical numbers to the results above shown with just three votes, if you understand the mathematics behind that extrapolative reasoning... i will probably remove the poll at some point... it is a ridiculously useless feature...
SEARCH ME
the thing is, with my tendency to babble and meander and whine and allow distraction to take the lead more often than not, even in this blog that sort of meant to merge brevity with focus like some bloggers do, searching for key words does not always lead to specific information about the subject of that key word... but... here is a start at an easy way to search for key words in this blog... use the search box at the top of the blog to search for words not listed here... if ya wanna, that is... and feel free to suggest words to add to this search shortcut section... click on the words below :)
WORK ... JOB ... MUSIC ... LOVE ... SOFTBALL ... KA ... 42 ... LOL ... LAM ... LAA ... ... ... ...
WORK ... JOB ... MUSIC ... LOVE ... SOFTBALL ... KA ... 42 ... LOL ... LAM ... LAA ... ... ... ...
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