This and that, just in the name of boredom.
Just
when I thought all the challenges are done, new opportunities to fuck up
present themselves.
Now
that I am sober, I truly feel old. Especially after seeing a group of drunken
college students stumble all the way home on an early Sunday morning. “That
used to be me” I thought. Ugh. Pathetic. Also, I’ve got these feelings that I
usually managed to control because of my constant inebriation. Without alcohol
to sedate me, I now come with a wide range of emotions for all occasions. Never
knew I was that angry, or afraid.
Reality bites, yeah?
As
corny as it sounds, I may be on the verge of another one of those failed
romances. I’m doing the hopeless nice guy bit again. Balls. I guess it’s a good
thing, especially the whole “I’m getting married on November” bullshit just
recently ended. Then again, a month isn’t as recent as it seems. Who knows? I
may be on another romantic comedy adventure soon enough.
I
totally miss getting drunk.
I’m
stretching the creative muscles again. New pet project. This should be fun.
I’ve
been watching a lot of “Entourage” lately. Just saying.
I
need a vacation. Somewhere new, somewhere fun, somewhere else.
I
realized that I’ve finally come around to accepting the fact that I’m no a
college student anymore. Three years after graduating. Better late than never,
I guess.
I’m
off the hooch and the “Ed Stevens” kick… time to move on to new vices.
