A white man sells guns, no problem. A black rapper *says* guns, there’s a congressional hearing
April 19th, 2004 |It’s nice to know that when I whine about things in my life being boring someone out there sits up, takes notice, and gets the karmic cattle-prod. I guess it’s good, in a way, as my Free Will Astrology horoscope has been saying now is the time to take chances and grasp opportunities, but still.
Does that last sentence use too many commas? Only your store manager knows for sure… ;)
I’ve had word on the job front. Not from Antioch, of course, but an opportunity has arisen, and now I have to go from idly kicking it around like I have all week to giving it serious, grievous thought. It’s not totally life changing, but I’m deathly afraid of making the wrong decision and looking back on this moment in history a year from now and going “Why, oh why, didn’t I take the *blue* pill?” I think it’s a good thing, and maybe could lead to more money than I’m getting now, and only working 40 hours a week, but still.
Who knows, maybe this will all fall through.
A lot of other stuff feels like it’s up in the air lately. My ex is graduating this coming weekend, and she was telling me that Allie isn’t doing as well in school as we had hoped, so we have to begin to consider other schools or changing our plans for her. It’s scary, and with this and so many other things I just feel so powerless, like all I can do is just put my head down and focus on my own shit, but with all of these other things going on around me I just can’t ignore them.
No wonder my stomach has felt practically ulcer ridden the past few days. I’m hoping I just have a stomach flu or something. I’ve been eating Rolaids like candy.
In other amusing news, I recently got word about my 10 year High School reunion, which will be either over Thanksgiving or in January or February. I’m hoping for the Jan/Feb date, because I like to keep my holidays free.
And in total strangeness, I just realized that the Priest from the Sopranos is the same actor who is Ryan Chappelle on 24.
Tossing it all in the air, seeing it land where it may, I remain…








The basic anxiety, the anxiety of a finite being about the threat of non-being, cannot be eliminated. It belongs to existence itself. by partypoker