boy am i bored
okay, this is reaching nowhere, am at work...and bored to death. does that spell danger? i sure hope not. guess i'll console myself and blame the 'extrinsic' factors to it. funny, i literaly have the world at my fingertips..( the net..) and yet am lost.thnk God this is like my launchpad or rather my landing pot of complaints!
i went home last night and thought i entered the wrong apartment, my curtains were different and so was my furniture. dang..can i have my old stuff back?my landlord just changed the whole thing and now i need to go out to realize daylight exists!and now i get to see the paint unpeeling from different parts of the walls now that the curtains are different in lenght! could this get worse? yeah maybe i will let u know tomorrow.
are there any more additions to my day? cant think of any, except for maybe few new words i came across like 'mezzanine' and others that i can harldy spell...well thats a consolation! something new. ( even newer...i am justifying my lowest potentials) (!)...now ask me if i rememeber the meaning..yikes.
i think i need a sabbatical, little bit of cash,the smell of fresh coffee and cookies to fill my coming days. i could probably waft through the spreadsheets of the earth and fill in the missing formulas.isnt it unfair that life is like an equation? am sure if i were a genius at math i would sit in the corner of my room and figure out the solution to the mysteries and possibilities of life. i could toss around the fate of mankind in the future too.
guess that wont happen in the near century, so i will wait for the next magician to wave his magic wand and tell me where next to go..or rather i will take the wand and wish it away so i can live through this never ending equation of life.


1 Comments:
Blah, you are sounding like me.....
You'd rather write about oceans and seas and the smell of coffee and mud after rain, and kittens and John Denver and winter mornings and havana cigars and cheesecakes and Emily Dickinson's poetry and chilled beer in hot summer and the treadmill and other stuff of the ilk. You do justice to them.
Leave the rants and raves about a world gone sour for me..... for all your undoubted writing skills, you seriously lack cynicism and acridity.
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