My Thirty-first birthday is coming in a few days. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I know that I'm not anywhere near where I want to be in life. I have no wife, no children, no career. All of my other friends my own age have that stuff. I'm still slackin' like it's 1995.
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Okay, let's end the pity party right now. I have to remember that at least I'm not like any of those people that you see on daytime TV talk-shows. Wanna know a secret? I watch Jerry Springer to feel better about myself.
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I haven't been able to write much lately, I'm not really sure why.I have been pretty depressed, I usually write torrents of bad poetry and song lyrics when I'm in a funk like this. But right now I'm artistically constipated. Crap....pity party time again. Wah-wah, boo-hoo, sob sob. I'll try again when I have something funny to say
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