granola/flax seed mix, with strawberries, blueberries and banana with almond milk.
AND NOW I FIND OUT MICHAEL DUNCAN IS DEAD?!
Alright, fuck it. Nothing to live for now lmao.
Seriously though.. that really blows.
Every night, I come home from work to find the same people playing the same songs, at an unreasonably high volume; in a transparent attempt to drown out any kind of acknowledgment of the other. Every morning, I wake up to find that nothing has changed. The rest of my day is spent taking orders from people that I do not respect, for 4 different pay checks. The only peace that I get is on the commute between jobs. I hate my life, and almost everyone in it. I live in a state of constant neutrality, towards the continuation of my own existence. The things that once kept me from falling off of the edge of carelessness no longer hold the weight that they once did. Every single day, I pray for a natural disaster, or a car accident. Not for the hope of a peaceful surrender, but just simply, to happen. I continue to push forward for no other reason than the hope that one day this unfortunate blip in my existence will tire out and die behind me, leaving only the necessary lessons in the aftershock. I haven’t had a day off in over two months, and I am tired.
Thanks for listening.
A photograph of Heather, at her beautiful wedding… We prepared food for 160 people , between just my boss and myself!
(The whites are a little blown out, but I’ll take care of that later!)
Sooooo fucking pumped for this!