There’s something about The Secret of Nimh that is profoundly sad.

08/09/12

I’m mostly drunk.

My company had a get together. The CEO hosted the party.

If there is always some truth in jest, then is it wise that I shut up when people are jesting? I might cut too deep if I tried to jest.

Why when I’m alone does it feel like all existence is a tragedy. What is wrong with me.

Wait I know. 5 bordeaux, and a Liffe.

It’s hot today.

This site has turned into what it always should have been.

My own personal virtual black hole.

I’m personally growing just like the black hole. Or maybe the growing is just virtual.

The passage of time makes my old writing on here seem foolish and embarrassing. I don’t know if I’m maturing, or if everything in the past always just comes off as naive.

The new Staples composition mini notebooks are terrible. They pages come out if you turn them once or twice. They never used to be this bad. My black one at work looks like a Frankenstein monster after I’ve scotch taped the bejezus out of it.

I’m playing Skyrim for PS3 now. I finished Red Dead Redemption. Such a big kid. Live with girlfriend in a house with a massive yard and trees in the back. I’m exactly what I hoped I would be at 32 when I was 10.

I want to punch people I see wearing “Life is Good” t-shirts and tire covers on their body and cars. But life is good. There is no denying it. I’m one of lucky ones.

Hmmm

It’s liberating to click the private button and write.

There’s probably a lot lurking under the surface. Not lurking. Lingering. A mash of frustration and angst. Even when things are going well.

Are things going well?

It’s 11:50pm. I have to be in my car at 6:40am tomorrow morning.

I’m in a dark house by myself. My house.

I don’t have as much alone time as I used to. That’s not a bad thing I suppose.

Darkness and music amplifies the significance somehow. Conditions to compel pitching a few thoughts into the void of my empty blog.

Tomorrow’s my last day at my present company. They got me a cake. Start a new job one on Monday that should be better.

Fuck everything.

He’s going up again. I need to focus.

I am very lucky to have the life I have at this moment.

This discarded blog feels like a desert at night. It triggers abstract self reflection.

I feel big picture wonder and bittersweet mortality.

Do you know that feeling of hearing a song and have it unexpectedly reverberate all throughout your body and very being as if it was in sync with your soul?

Today this happened to me with Neutral Milk Hotel, The King of Carrot Flowers Pt 1.

Whatever I was today, it was embodied in this song.