June 13th, 2005

phonepost, beans beans the musical fruit

Come back and make up a goodbye, at least. Let's pretend we had one.

I've been neglecting this space lately and writing on paper more. There might be something meaningful appearing here in the near future, assuming I feel motivated enough to open a client window and regurgitate things I've scrawled out in whatever notebook or journal was handy at the time.

While at lunch last week, it occured to me that I couldn't remember much of last summer. The nice thing about working two jobs was that I was working myself to death and it kept me from being preoccupied with my social life. These days I'm struggling to find something else to plug into that space. It'd be more sensible to try and develop a more adult and extroverted social life instead, but that takes effort and requires me to put myself in a vulnerable position. Blah blah blah. I'm like a politician, I say the same things over and over, using different words to convey the same message. The judges would've also accepted a comparison to every Stabbing Westward song or the standard broken record analogy.
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    Josh Martinez - Out There