Instead of dwelling on the loss of the job I'm walking away from, I'd like to remember that genius does not punch a time clock. I will replace the one I left and the same sick twisted cycle will probably continue. But I deserve better. I have been sort of down in the dumps the last two days, none of my friends from Buffalo talk to me anymore. Not a phone call or an instant message just to say hey Skyy I miss you, "I'm glad for my removal from that city...nice to see when you move far away who your true friends really are." Sure if I message them they are cool but other wise I never hear from any of them. I wish them the best but now I see where I truly stand with them.
It's important to rise above grief, but I don't feel like discussing people so much today.
My head is like monkey meat. Corporate America is like the second hand on a cuckoo clock grabbing the feathers and saying: STOP. Some unexpected collaborations have tied the shoes up and soon I will prevail.
My head is like monkey meat, or did I already say that?
(A) I'm going to see Mudvayne with Soren on Monday.
(B) I think perhaps I may have my eye on a new boy but since he doesn't know neither will you.
(C) And the thought for the day is Skyy rocks.
I will be back once it stops raining on me.
Skyy
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I await the age of decay.
mood:  exhausted music: Pink Floyd-Dark Side Of The Moon |
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