now give me a moment to continue to beat a dead horse of topics and thoughts that matter to no one besides me. it’s funny how much certain topics matter to the one involved. similar to listening to other peoples dreams… they seem interesting to them but the listener is just waiting for them to stop telling them about cleaning the fridge and stepping on endless bugs with their neighbor from when they were eight.

this day is not moving. time did stop like i wanted it to, it just stopped on the wrong moment. after this current song, i’ll listen to the labradford song, ‘accelerating on a smoother road,’ and mentally remember the time i first listened to the ambient yearning – feeling much the same i do now.

recently i went back and read large portions of this website. recalling all of the crap and poorly written late night musings that were so important to document. self centered egoism the main course. it still did hit me at how much i’ve prophesied my own destiny, looking back, wishing it has been spun in a more optimistic light.

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new resume cover letter (desperate dance mix)

dear sir or madam:

please hire me and pay just enough to allow me to exodus from my roots that keep ensnaring me. loyalty is given freely and absolute, in return please pat back and say, “you did good son.”

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i am looking forward to friday night. it will be the last day of working at my current place and an old friend is in town and some friends of mine are throwing him a surprise birthday party. there should be some fun to be had, as unrelated as our common interests and lifestyles are, humor is generally universal.

the conversations of going out and drinking until someone is sick, someone getting something done to them by someone else later on that night that they don’t remember, high fives, stealing bar glasses to keep drinking the draft on the ride home… it only has the comical effect of dry humping a cheese grater. that could be just my own outlook on that. which poses the question, is that modern romance, or is there no modern romance?