We don't ride SEPTA, SEPTA rides us.
A relationship is a very fragile thing and should be cherished while it lasts.
Make me happy. I dare ya!
Wondering how much my happiness depends on finding love and community.
Last time I felt community was on my vacation - a camping trip to Kansas with my brother. Details of that event known as Laid Back Labor Day are best told on an individual basis.
Before that, not since I was 16 really, well OK maybe 19 at the oldest.
What kind of environment would I be most likely to talk to strangers and maybe make some new friends(in real life of course)?
Don't you get it? He never lived and now he haunts us all.
What a weirdo. Just like everybody else. Intelligence, wisdom, humor, irony, pessimism, with a pinch of hope. Remember, a little goes a long way. Constructive comments welcome. (insert disclaimer here)
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
gym
I did something I should’ve done a long time ago last Sunday. I joined a gym. Of course, I start thinking I really didn’t need that premium plan. . .
Joining a gym, I began to understand how easy it is to fill up a person’s schedule.
Still, without children, I figure people have about six hours every day to themselves assuming eight hours of sleep. I still come up with almost four hours of free time including exercise and meals. How does everyone spend those four hours?
Poverty is the cycle on the axle of greed.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
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No one reads this anymore. I just don't post enough. The purpose my job served worked well - it consumed me thoroughly.
I don't want to be that zombie anymore. I want to really live. To really be alive - and for more than just a moment.
If I do not live, I will slowly become the demon inside. The anger will consume me. I cannot let that happen.
I need to find something else to hold onto here. The more I find, the better off I'll be. The less free time I have. . . I have way too much even with a job these days.
Oh well. If you do actually read this, please either comment or contact me. Thanks.
I don't want to be that zombie anymore. I want to really live. To really be alive - and for more than just a moment.
If I do not live, I will slowly become the demon inside. The anger will consume me. I cannot let that happen.
I need to find something else to hold onto here. The more I find, the better off I'll be. The less free time I have. . . I have way too much even with a job these days.
Oh well. If you do actually read this, please either comment or contact me. Thanks.
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