The Obscure

Welcome, one and all, to the incongruent ravings of an inferior mind!

Saturday, September 25, 2004

 
So this is saturday morning. I have the time and the idea to make a comic this morning, but I know I'm not going to. Maybe I should just give up writing comics altogether and try to do Graphic Design or some other kind of job where my creativity would be wielded by someone else, as opposed to being clumsily thrown about or left to gather dust by Me, which has essentially been the tune of things lately.

My dad is washing the kitchen floor right now, so I can't get coffee. I think today is the day all the Lena-Clones were going to go to the Natick mall to meet the cast of Degrassi. Good for them.
I spent all my money yesterday on Timesplitters 2. But then I left it at Taylor's house.

I had a dream last night where we were having steak for dinner, and I wanted A1 sauce. So I went to Roche Brothers to pick up some AI sauce, but for some reason it was really hard to find. Eventually I found a package that looked like an enormous sausage (much like that one I got for christmas) but it had the words "A1 Steak Sauce" on the packaging, so I was going to buy it.
Then I woke up, so I don't know how that plot was resolved. Alas, it seems I never will.

So much has happened to me over the past few years, but at the same time... nothing has really changed. It's this feel of permanence, that my life will always feel like it always has, it makes you want to kill someone. Makes you want to take all the anger and frustration and memories of humiliation out on some guy's teeth with a bat. Someday something'll crack, and I'll go hide behind the dumpster outside Cumby's with my Louisville Slugger until the guy comes to put the trash away. I'll leap out at him with a swing, and send pieces of his face flying in every direction like a dozen home-run balls.
Feh, what know I from ritual homocide?

I need a hobby.

I guess that's it for this morning. I feel like shit, I'm not gonna lie to you. I don't know what exactly drove me to this inexplicable state; regardless, I am here.
Maybe the world will look better when reality becomes caffienated.

Comments: Post a Comment





<< Home

Archives

02/01/2002 - 03/01/2002   04/01/2002 - 05/01/2002   05/01/2002 - 06/01/2002   06/01/2002 - 07/01/2002   07/01/2002 - 08/01/2002   08/01/2002 - 09/01/2002   09/01/2002 - 10/01/2002   10/01/2002 - 11/01/2002   11/01/2002 - 12/01/2002   12/01/2002 - 01/01/2003   01/01/2003 - 02/01/2003   02/01/2003 - 03/01/2003   03/01/2003 - 04/01/2003   04/01/2003 - 05/01/2003   05/01/2003 - 06/01/2003   06/01/2003 - 07/01/2003   07/01/2003 - 08/01/2003   08/01/2003 - 09/01/2003   09/01/2003 - 10/01/2003   10/01/2003 - 11/01/2003   11/01/2003 - 12/01/2003   12/01/2003 - 01/01/2004   01/01/2004 - 02/01/2004   02/01/2004 - 03/01/2004   03/01/2004 - 04/01/2004   04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004   05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004   06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004   07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004   08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004   09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004   10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004   11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004   12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005   01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005   02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005   03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005   04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005   05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005   06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005   07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005   08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005   09/01/2005 - 10/01/2005   10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005   11/01/2005 - 12/01/2005   12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006   01/01/2006 - 02/01/2006   02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006   03/01/2006 - 04/01/2006   04/01/2006 - 05/01/2006   05/01/2006 - 06/01/2006   06/01/2006 - 07/01/2006   07/01/2006 - 08/01/2006   08/01/2006 - 09/01/2006   09/01/2006 - 10/01/2006   10/01/2006 - 11/01/2006   11/01/2006 - 12/01/2006   12/01/2006 - 01/01/2007   06/01/2007 - 07/01/2007   09/01/2007 - 10/01/2007   10/01/2007 - 11/01/2007  

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?