Extremes

Haha, I've seen both extremes now. One where i felt under-skilled and was over-appreciated by EVERYONE, and one where i'm fucking overqualified, but they just wont appreciate what i have to offer. Of course, it's no surprise, this is again one of those sharp edges 'polished' away from me by Big-E, leaving nothing behind in its giant wake of indifference. Every dark cloud has nothing but a silver penis to fuck my golden aspirations with.

I found One Piece. Lots of new anime to watch! It's one of those things that i have (not so)recently learnt about myself - that there are things in my life - causes and effects, that are out of my conscious control and take place in subtle,transient and subliminal manners. The Gomu-Gomu boy exemplifies the philosophy of life that i have chosen to survive in this world. Be a crazy ball. A rubber man. If they hit you or place walls in your way, REBOUND with double the fury.

That these things happen is either a sign that i am a brain in a vat, or that cosmic irony is not fictitious. I am getting too drunk on port wine 1000.

I have decided. To all peoples who matter, i am going to make them their birthday gifts from now on. Stuff like clockwork mechanisms to elaborate gadgets, you earn it. A vaporizer is already in the works.

And i am going to leave a message deeply encoded in the workings of the device. A message that expresses my strongest non-obvious feelings. There's a lot of those tucked away in my tummy. feelings.

Stupid "emotional fool" me.