wmp: reckless abandon, blink 182

i felt especially lousy on a sunday night despite the good company and i guess rightfully so because it's been two fuckin' hectic days since the weekend. i walk out of the gates in the evenings possibly as the worlds most weary man. october & november are two months i wish could just fly by. i'll probably not know what hit me anyway.

you know mostly everything deep they say about money is negative but i think its the most positive thing around. its gives a person drive; the kind that keeps a guy, with less than average interest in football, up on a saturday night watching the live scores refresh on the webpage and it becomes so much easier to make conversation with the rest of his kind all of a sudden. apart from 52 cards and maybe just the fixtures, table, and odds of the epl that will lead to perhaps another winning ticket, it's about the only other thing on my mind(and everybody elses?). suffice to say, i'm hardly in a mental state of idle.

all that aside, i'm glad t'was someone around me to pull the plug(or somewhat) on the dazzling lights before me that i had thought was some kind of money making carnival.

last week, i gave it some serious thought and you know what, i don't think i'll like myself if i were to run into myself along the way. i thought if i ever were to have a son i wouldn't like him to be like me. or at least not for now. i'm so fucked.

i haven't had such a spontaneous entry in a while.

goodnight.