sinking ships

the last few months have been so all over the place. march broke my heart, april pulverized what fragments were left. may was pretty kick ass though, as was june (saw tom waits!).

in the last four months, i've met so many new people, lost some old friends, and re-kindled ones that had for whatever reason faded, so i feel like it's been sort of a draw. perhaps a little too much drinking in june, and making out....eh, whatever. i'm 23, fuck it. trying to not make out with 4 different people this month though, and not be at the same bar 5 nights in a fucking row. jesus.

but it's saturday, i'm at work. It's surprisingly very busy today, so i guess it's good i didn't call in sick like i had wanted to and go do the rat race (floating, drinking a ton for cash prizes down the river). kind of feeling like my rampage is maybe slowing down. lord knows my wallet can't keep up with it.

hopefully i'll find a roommate and not have to move. get my bikes fixed, get a new job and in general, function better. fitter; happier.

or at least get a job where i don't have to listen to fucking patrons clipping their nails, drooling on papers, farting so loudly i can hear them across the library and a boss that asks if i know about when my grandpa will be dying to she can arrange the time off i need for the funeral. seriously. what. the. fuck?!

rest in peace grandpa. april 27. he was still hilarious even up to the very end.

2008's been a hard year, and something tells me that although certain aspects are getting better, others will be getting worse. i'm just feeling like a sinking ship trying to stay afloat. god the image of a sinking ship is a fucking beautiful romantic one...