Location: my blue couch
Mood: throughly confused
Music: I think she’s leaving Ooh man she’s leaving
A few weeks back:
Her: Wait, you only have one bowl?
I don’t have an iPod – don’t have an “i” anything, in fact. Someday maybe, not now.
Almost all my music, DVDs, books, papers, works, I’ve digitized and put into a computer I built myself. I watch it all through either a TV I bought seven years ago or a projector I use for business.
Got alotta Valentino shirts and about eight custom-made suits but I bought ’em all at least a decade ago when I was young and stupid. Tee-shirts and Levi jeans for me.
Drama notwithstanding, I spend coin on:
- Food – mostly groceries to make chili
- Harddrives – see above
- Harold, George and Sydney
I’m lucky because I’ve never been cool and I’m WAY too old to start now. Plus, I have zero need to impress anyone.
Where do you think the happiest place on earth is? It’s here. Not what you expect, huh? Happiness comes from community and purpose. Stuff cannot make you happy. Don’t be fooled by ad execs (I was one) – there’s no pill, shirt, shoes, phone, that will make you happy.
Working jobs you hate, to buy crap you don’t need, to impress those you don’t know – that’s just !#@$ nuts.
Connecting, man, that’s where it’s at. Ah, but there’s the rub. Another person cannot make you happy. But losing them can make you all sortsa bent outta shape.
Connecting. It’s harder than one might imagine:
Her: Can you not call me?
Her: (pause) Ever. (click)
20080424:09:30 Edit – The conversations I write of are all taken out of context on purpose. As a general rule, when I write of someone I date, please refrain from writing anything rude of them?