The Friendship Prism

So here I am, growing older all the time, I’m growing older all the time, and getting younger in my mi-ind.  That was a song from Tony Hawk.  Anyway, I am deciding that I’m gonna make myself feel better for not doing anything worthwhile with my time.  Worthwhile including things like, writing my book, or looking for a better job, or doing something that matters.  I tend to NOT do those things because I enjoy doing these things.  Talking to my friends over the internet and play games or talk to my friends in real life and play games.  Goddamn it do I love hobbies.  I think hobbies are kickass and necessary things to have.  I mean, if I didn’t have my hobbies, I’d have a cat and a girlfriend.  And my girlfriend is so damn busy and my cat is also busy doing legitimate cat things.  Sitting.  Eating. Sitting. Eating.  That is what I’m currently was doing a while ago.  I was going to write that it was what I was currently doing, but I finished eating while I wrote it.  Incorrect.  I finished eating a good hour or so before writing that.  Liar.  What an evil bastard I am.  Strangely, this is actually brightening my mood up a fair bit.  I enjoy doing the things I like, and I hate that as humans, we’ve gotten to a point where we view those things as not as important as other things.  I feel like doing things with my friends and dickin’ about with my girlfriend, dickin’ about of course not meaning a sexual version of the phrase dickin’, but instead a much more playful, tame, definition, should make me feel okay, even if it’s not finding a million dollars via working a million days at a million places.  Flatline….

Now that that is dead.  I hate how that looks right there, that sentence before this one.  Grody.  Anyway.  Shit, I just took a drink out of a can and that gave me too much time to think about what I was writing.  In other words, that last sentence was that.  That last sentence was that.  ugh.  gross, grody, nasty.  Sentence structure is sometimes nasty, especially when it’s done wrong.  It’s exactly like having sex with an open wound.  EXACTLY THE SAME.

I’m happy about that.