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Oct. 16th, 2008 07:04 pmOther than work drama, since returning nothing matters? I feel full - full of people, taking a break, sick as hell and hiding until I feel alive. I wouldn't mind having use of my left arm again - I miss feeling strong, able to move my own body without consequences.
Can I feel like going to a dance club if I won't leave the house? I know i could hit that night tonight - but I don't feel like that kind of club, and really not that club. I think they have the worst bar in all of DC.
I couldn't bring back cheap liquor. I was going to load up in the duty free store, but due to different standards of intl security on airlines...once you go through Chile security, upon boarding the US-bound plane you had to go through another security checkpoint that would remove all liquids. So, you could buy duty free liquor and get a liter of grey goose for about $30, but then you'd cough it up when you tried to board the plane - same as if it was water, gatorade, or a shoe-bomb.
I miss doing somethig meaningful, but I'm tired of being tired. I loved family but I'm all familied out. I miss all the people but I'm sick of being around people.
I can talk all day on here, present, display, hide, misrepresent, show, and none of it means a thing. I talk to myself in hope of an audience. Action, that's all it takes. I'm not sure if I found confidence or apathy - either way it works.
Work may have just gotten much worse, based, oddly, on catfish. Or better. I'm not speaking in riddles so much as it doesn't matter and I don't know.
Can I feel like going to a dance club if I won't leave the house? I know i could hit that night tonight - but I don't feel like that kind of club, and really not that club. I think they have the worst bar in all of DC.
I couldn't bring back cheap liquor. I was going to load up in the duty free store, but due to different standards of intl security on airlines...once you go through Chile security, upon boarding the US-bound plane you had to go through another security checkpoint that would remove all liquids. So, you could buy duty free liquor and get a liter of grey goose for about $30, but then you'd cough it up when you tried to board the plane - same as if it was water, gatorade, or a shoe-bomb.
I miss doing somethig meaningful, but I'm tired of being tired. I loved family but I'm all familied out. I miss all the people but I'm sick of being around people.
I can talk all day on here, present, display, hide, misrepresent, show, and none of it means a thing. I talk to myself in hope of an audience. Action, that's all it takes. I'm not sure if I found confidence or apathy - either way it works.
Work may have just gotten much worse, based, oddly, on catfish. Or better. I'm not speaking in riddles so much as it doesn't matter and I don't know.
