Until I find the motivation to recode my CSS, I’ve chosen to stick with the “poser” junglist theme. Reclamation that I do, in fact, bleed bass, and my undying appreciation for a stinky bassment in the heart of Pioneer Square that rattles the walls and beams until glasses come crashing to the floor. No one cried over spilt milk, but a shattered pint of PBR is a whole different matter. Pouring one “out for the homie” would only serve to exacerbate the situation.

T minus 2 days until the madness stops, or until it begins. Seems as if it never stops. As soon as one task is complete another one peaks out from behind the curtain. Some have been waiting, collecting dust for a while now. I’ll get to you eventually. I’ve been saying that for years. But for years I’ve been preoccupied with the interests of someone else, with the wants and needs of another aside from myself. There comes a point when you finally realize that what you’ve been doing has not been for yourself. That is just a realization. The breaking point, that is the point where you decide to do something about it. Change happens regardless, it is simply called evolution and growth when it is intentional.

Goosebumps creep across my legs. I don’t feel that cold. Perhaps it’s all the water I randomly decided to consume today. Or the fact that I have to be up in 3 hours. I should not even be up writing this right now *time stamp: 5:00AM – exactly* Woe be to me tomorrow, moreover, woe be to anyone who has to deal with me tomorrow. My edginess has been at its best (worst) lately. Unsuspecting victims are around each corner. I just need some time to re-center.

Truth be told… I really have no idea what I want right now. With anything. My life is in a constant state of flux. My sometimes maladjusted sensitivity to the constant changes in energy seem to only compound upon each other until I have become completely lost inside myself, at times for days on end.

I’ve become a patron to the caffeine god. The bubbling and sputtering of my coffee pot has become a weekly if not daily requiem for my salvation via espresso. Which a top random bouts of smoking, is hindering my teeth whitening process immensely. I’m sitting here with one leg propped up atop my desk. This has to be doing wonders for my back. Eyes starting to squint at the screen. All pointing to the signs of my needing to retire for the morning. Its 5:08AM now… I’m going to hate myself in less than 3 hours. Why the fuck am I doing this? Why is my hair still wet?
I should really put my braces back in and go to bed…