Tuesday, December 20, 2005
It’s funny to look back. Especially when you have the archives of your own special place on the web where you regurgitate your thoughts. Last year I was in the most traumatic and exciting position of my career. I bitched the entire time and looked forward to the ‘exciting adventure’ of moving to San Diego. Interesting how one’s perspective changes. I had no idea what I had or where I was at. Riding the BART was my biggest problem. Commute time was long. Whaaa! What a baby! That’s the price for an interesting job in the big city. People had knives? Well duh. I would have too if I lived there. Now I am in a dead end. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect so. Not in life at home, that’s better than ever. I live in a HOUSE. Not all mine, but part. And it’s a house!
Wait. How much am I gonna bitch about all this. I need a fresh outlook and I hope that the New Year will be what I need. I’ll be on solid ground. Things will make sense. I can plan instead of react. I can live for me.
And then maybe monkeys will fly out of my ass. God I need a hobby. Reading my own damn archives does me no good. Clearly. I wish there was an easy button for life. It’s the holiday that messes me up like this. Really. Shit.
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