Sunday, July 19, 2009
olive me, #3
im a writer, who sucks ass at text messaging.
not necessarily the words, but the action of writing the text.
waiting for the letter to reset if its sharing the same key, and so on.
im one of those dads who 'pretend to hate new technology because i dont understand.'
kinda like my dad, except he doesn't pretend.
i dont blame him, as he experienced technology virtually eliminate the way he learned to do his trade, with a pencil and paper, and saw it to shoved onto computers. but as a skilled fist-thrower and able-bodied man, he held his own, and remained very successful, and even hogs the computer at home sometimes, sending only quality forwards to his tech-savy friends.
as soon as the radio industry eliminates humans, ill stop pretending too.
moving on, i move out in 2 weeks.
my folks place that is, for the 2nd time.
the first time, i was mere days into my 21st year.
it feels alot different at 26, this has been a 2 month vacation from dishes and laundry and bathroom maintenance, so im very rested up, and ready to tough it on my own once again.
cant wait to invade that condo.
and spit stupid shit all over the walls.
it shall be my new fortress of drunktitude!
a breeding ground for quality drunkreativity!
and a better place to tame dames than the tiny upstairs bedroom next to my parents room.
well, thats me.
have a good monday.
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