2016 is a year of mourning.

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.

Nothing makes any goddamned sense.

Possibly my favorite client friend died in a car accident last week. Watson... lots and lots and lots of people knew him. Gonna go to his service on Saturday. Although we did not hang out that much, I grew quite fond of him. Many many hours in my chair... we listened to eachother's good and bad. He gave me absurd ideas for goofy tattoos, and I ( Read more... )

Fuck hormones.

I had something to say. Been second guessing a lot again. Can't commit. Still over-analysing all possible sides which leads me to the same points of indecision ( Read more... )

Post holiday. Fantasizing about moving to another country without telling anyone.

Stupid responsibilities here.

Some days, I can't even get properly pissed off anymore.

Running away from it all is so tempting. Don't worry, my responsibility gene is too strong. I'll never do it.

Wish there was some sort of reset button.

QUIXOTIC

1: foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals; especially : marked by rash lofty romantic ideas or extravagantly chivalrous action
2: capricious, unpredictable

SISYPHUS

: a legendary king of Corinth condemned eternally to repeatedly roll a heavy rock up a hill in Hades only to have it roll down again as it nears the top

Vote for "Born A Spud, Raised A Stud" down towards the bottom ( Read more... )