.Soap.

If there's one thing I have learned living it's that nothing works the way you want. Actually that's not true, I know some other stuff too but, like this sentence, they don't tie into this post. Maybe I just like to bitch, maybe working in restaurants as much as I have just bent me so, but why is more important to know someone than be qualified for a job? Hell the only reason I got what I have now is because they were desperate for someone.

I hate to keep on the cliche here but I can pretty much quote Fight Club here (roll eyes if you want, I'll give you a few for it). I was always told to go to school, do the best you could and everything was magically going to fall into place. I don't know if I missed it somewhere between school and falling into place, but the magic did not happen.

I know I really do hate whining and complaining or talking about myself in general in any way, and I should just shut up and fucking deal, but after three years of doing just that, I think I earned a day of bitching. Plus this is a good enough replacement for not having someone to really tell this to in the first place. Right now I'm at one of those what-the-fuck-do-I-do moments, I have two different choices, both with their own pros and cons, the only difference is that one keeps my head buried in the sand, but god damn I will enjoy it. The other is more work and more shit, but hopefully has one of those big pay off things. It seems obvious the right choice, but I seem to be doing it for the wrong reasons, and the wrong choice is for the right reasons. I don't know, jumping head first into either one is pretty scary when you can't see a way out of either one.

Cast-off

Introductions are so obligatory. Let's cut to the chase shall we?

There come a time, usually every three or four years, that I need to open the flood gates and let the river flood, maybe destroy a few villages downstream, but that's the risk you take living below one of those things. A sense of restlessness has begun, maybe its one of those cool mid-life crises I hear all about, but I guess it is my turn to have fun with it. The water behind the dam is stagnant and there's too many mosquitoes to tolerate. Holy shit I'm so fucking poetic. I can hear your eyes rolling.

I have the greatest knack for saying anything without really ever saying anything at all. I'm sorry but I swear I'll post far more interesting shit in the near future.