Listen to The Roots' new album, Game Theory. You'll get it.
And it applies to this entry.
Ya'll know I only come here to vent now, right? I don't write regularly here anymore. Too many prying eyes read my stuff, wanting to know what I'm thinking. In fact, I was about |-| this close to spewing all my thoughts onto this page, knowing that nobody visits anymore (and why should they?), but then realized that it's not strangers reading this I'm worried about. It's other people.
So let's just say my life is fucked up right now.
Not fucked up like I'm doing drugs or thinking of killing myself or that I even have anything to complain about at all. It's something entirely different. Something entirely more complicated than that. One of those things that when you talk about to people, they get edgy and tell you that they don't know what I should do other than to think with my head and I'll make a decision on my own about what to do, how to handle this situation.
Now I'm sure every person that reads this wants to know what my issue is. Either that or you've given up hope and figured that this entry is just stupid because I haven't really said anything other than "Listen to The Roots' new CD."
Oh well. Ask me about it some other time over Messenger or something.
I'm going to try to unfuck my thoughts.
Doubt it will work, but wish me luck.
I also just realized as I was looking through a few of my entries that I've blogged a lot. I mean, I think I've had this page for two or three years now. I probably have enough entries to make a book. Granted, the updates lately have been few and far between, but that's not because of lack of want, it's lack of time. I've got plenty of shit to write about, trust me.
And I made a new computer. Don't think I've mentioned that. This new desktop is the reason the pictures in the entries have temporarily stopped; this computer won't install my camera drivers for some reason. Oh well. I suppose I'll get that fixed eventually.
I'm out.