Posted in

Canned Tuna

[audio:d_change.mp3]

One of my favorite tunes. “Change” by Deftones.

I’m just very stressed right now, coinciding Amber. It’s compounded, but ultimately, has nothing to do with her. It’s all me. It’s all in my head. It’s hard dealing with it because I have no outlet.

Now, before Amber comments on this post, don’t. ^_^ This is a problem with myself. There is nothing anyone in the entire universe can say to make me feel otherwise. I’m a lonely old sod with a lot of ambition, but just no drive. It’s easy to get what I don’t care for, but difficult to get what I really want.

I need another drink, but the only alcohol in the house is my brother’s bottle of Corona in a special Mexico bottle, which I am not going to open… BUT… THERE IS a bottle of Johnny Walker Golden Label I got from a client eight years ago. I will never make another $100,000. That’s not going to happen. I’m opening it tonight to celebrate my stress at an all-time high. Cheers!

In the end, I suffer from the choices I make.

2 thoughts on “Canned Tuna

  1. Hang in there L. Go for short sprints on your Trek. If you made $100,000 before, you can do it again. You’re already proved that you can do it. Let’s keep each other positive k?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

There is no left wing or right wing specific ideals here. It is as life should be regardless of society's squabbles and disagreements. I never said I strive to be a good person, nor did I ever say I will deliberately do people harm. I only said that I will do what needs to be done to survive in the world. The end doesn't always justify the means and the means don't always justify the end.

People from all shades of the political and social spectrum will find my content offensive. So my blog isn't for most people. It's for people closer to my spectrum of recognition and understanding. If you are an easily triggered reactionary conservative snowflake, then kindly fuck off. If you are an obnoxiously phoney liberal that consider yourself progressive but actually limit yourself to the matchbox-sized confinements of your isms, then go choke on your own crying snot juice elsewhere. You have been warned.

For the rest of you, welcome to my immodest abode. It's not smart, nor intelligent, nor wise. It's just life.