2019-02-14 at 6:41 PM UTC
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
I truly think I was happier when I used to live by the seat of my pants. No job, drinking all the time, doing whatever drug was within nearby vicinity, and just doing whatever the fuck would fit my fancy at a given moment.
But, in all fairness, things weren't always coming up roses. Sometimes shit got straight up disastrous.
But for the time being, I'm gonna revert back to that conceptual framework - or, rather, complete lack of a conceptual framework to operate by... It was literally about shutting the brain off to whatever degree was possible.
I paid all those Employment Insurance premiums with each pay check, I'm gonna sit back and collect for a bit... Call it a(n early) midlife crisis (quarter-life-crisis?).
Valentine's day is only all the more conducive to such a paradigm shift.
> Be me.
> 34 years old.
> Never had a gf on Valentine's day.
Plus it's cold as fuck and there's a shit ton of snow outside, but it's all good, I've got like $100 available on on my credit card, and get my last severance cheque tomorrow, so I'll make do. I've been cabbing to the liquor store every day (way cost inefficient, but one's gotta do what one's gotta do).
For now, consequences be damned.
2019-02-14 at 6:50 PM UTC
tee hee hee
Naturally Camouflaged
[slangily complete this slumberer]
Wait- what happened with your job?
2019-02-14 at 6:54 PM UTC
Yes happiness doesn't lay within the bonds of material items or social constructs (jobs and responsibility). Happiness and life success is measured by how you affect the lives of others around you and how many REAL friends you have.
No point having a 12 room mansion in the Hollywood Hills if you are all alone in it.
At least that's what I tell debt collectors.
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2019-02-14 at 6:57 PM UTC
Grylls
Cum Looking Faggot
[abrade this vocal tread-softly]
i don’t remember suckin on mah mommas titties
2019-02-14 at 7:42 PM UTC
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Holy fuck, I'm already on the verge of passing out... at noon.
What the hell? I used to go out and become an unstoppable force... All I needed to fuel my adventures was more liquor, and maybe other drugs here and there.
Now-a-days I just get tired and start falling asleep.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
Word to the wise... Stop aging. Stop it right this second. It's pure punishment.
And it just gets worse and worse.
2019-02-14 at 8:21 PM UTC
No money = no consequences
If you are always broke you never have to worry about anything except food, clothes medicine.
2019-02-14 at 8:35 PM UTC
gadzooks
Dark Matter
[keratinize my mild-tasting blossoming]
Im calling hookers and getting meth. I cant deal with this aging bullshit.
I'm not an old man (yet)... I still have some vigor in me... somewhere.
