I must make it a point to quit acting as if the sky is about to fall when things aren’t going my way. I must also make it a point to find new material to write about. Something besides my tiring complaints about the past, the future, the present, and everything in between.
It is time again to indulge myself. An age of misunderstandings and unrealistic expectations is coming to an end.
The Gulf of Mexico is depressed and filled with rage, but I don’t blame her. I have been a bad lover. Not once have I paid her a visit this summer, and my excuses run rampant.
Much can be made laughable. I tend to take life a bit too serious, but when things are not blown out of proportion, I can see how insignificant they actually are.
Bored again. I would go out and have some fun around town, but my savings need to be saved, and nobody in the city of Houston is willing to give me a job.