Strangeination’s Weblog

October 13, 2009, 5:58 pm
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I awoke this morning with the taste of salt still heavy on my lips. The amber glow and early morning mist still hung in the sky. I peeked out the screen window and saw you standing in the sand. Your silouette was unfamiliar but so much more comforting than I would have previously imagined. The tide was low and calm, reflecting my demeanor on this serene start.


July 9, 2008, 8:20 pm
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My phone doesn’t get answered on Vacation. My emails are unretured. My favorite shows fall by the wayside and the sun finally hits my face. I don’t mind sitting on the deck and doing nothing, listening to the waves while the wind blows my hair around. I don’t comb it, and I don’t care. I’m calm, and happy, and all the things I remember being when I was younger. All the things I wish I still was, but somehow fail to be. I’m not edgy, I don’t yell, and nothing hurts, except maybe the sunburn when I lay down and realize there’s sand on my sheets, but I sleep on them anyway. And in the morning, I stroll, and dance, and laugh with a joviality I’d thought had escaped me years ago. This should be every day.

Soul Crushing
April 15, 2008, 6:25 pm
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Never would I have imagined a world of numbers, pages, and screens that I would have to maneuver through on a daily basis. The clickity clack of fingers hitting keys and inputting one bullshit page after another. Stacks of files laid across my desk and a sea of staples, brutally removed, strewn across my floor. My monitor glares at me, in the most unappealing way. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. This boring, half life, of data entry. I find myself searching the Internet for anything to keep me awake. The distance between here and China, the exact amount of time it takes to make a PB&J, the size of an average man’s penis. These are the things that fill the cracks in my day.

Get your Act Together
April 15, 2008, 1:26 pm
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It seems I’ve just been tooling through life, taking what comes and stuffing it into the closet with the rest of my hopes and dreams. Turning over new leaf after new leaf and starting projects that I know I will never finish. What am I searching for and when will I find it? I need to reinvent my self and get these creative thoughts onto paper instead of letting them dissapear into pile after pile of crusty ketchup dishes and dirty clothes.