not wiser
I don’t know what’s wrong with me and the blog recently. I’ve fallen off. the last month, it’s been hard to get myself to write it.
like right now, I don’t know what to say.
just watched some of “the Oustsiders.” that movie is boss. Swayze, the Karate Kid, one of Martin Sheen’s sons, Matt Dillon, a scientologist, C. Thomas Howell and Rob “I fuck hookers” Lowe. and Diane Lane is hot. oh, and Tom Waits has a part, get the fuck out. send me my album, Josh.
I did laundry and went grocery shopping today. both needed to be done; I ran out of socks on monday, I think, and drawers pretty soon after that. I’ve been freeballing it since Thursday.
that sounds bad, I know, but I was busy. but I don’t like sitting at a laundromat in the middle of the night after work.
the groceries, by all estimations, are pretty sweet. I got the necessaries. Ramen noodles, couple different kinds of juice, english muffins, tomato sauce, bag of potato chips, cereal, frozen pizza, half a gallon of milk. kind of a spur of the moment shopping spree.
alright. now you know what’ll be in my stool for the next week. what else?
interview is coming up. I checked the readership of the web log – something that, yes, I do habitually – and someone read it from Oceanside. which doesn’t mean anything, necessarily. but you hear horror stories about people checking my generations Facebooks and MySpaces, and yes, blogs. sad, true.
fucking gestapo; I’ve never done anything wrong, ever, and I’m a model citizen and employee. hire me.
I have tomorrow off. I have absolutely no interest in going into work on tuesday, and it’s already gnawing on me. I got to get me the fuck up out. today was six months, and I need to start weighing my options.
let’s say I get the north county job. that means I’m out here for at least eight months, a year. right, fine.
if I go to Europe with Big Mar, I’d probably have to quit this job. straight up, quit it. I’d go fuck about, have a good time, la dee da, and come back to either Virginia or Indiana. probably Indiana.
then I’d have to start looking again, immediately. during which time I’d probably be shit out of money and living at home. and it could be a while before anything solid is tied down.
the answer to that, I think, is I’d be back in the midwest or on the east coast. it would be a lot easier to get a job there if I was within range, I think.
but then I’d have to explain why I decided to leave a job at the spur of the moment to go fuck about in Europe.
this shit is too complicated.
