The Obscure

Hey everybody, it's been a while. Or... a day.

We are placing an offer on this house. It's half of a duplex, y'know? But it's really nice. I like it.
That's all that is happening with that.
I haven't had any coffee yet this morning, I think my body may well collapse under the strain. Or better yet, my body will implode, and I will become nothing but a floating red sphere of bloody consciousness. Watching, biding my time, I will sit in wait until the time comes--and then I will explode, wreaking havoc on the unprotected coffee beans of Columbia!
ANYONE ELSE WANNA BE A HERO?!
J'u Wanna play ga'es?! Ok, OK! We play ga'es. We play ga'es. J'u Wanna play ga'es?! Ok! SAY HELLO TO MY LI'L FRIEND!

Ugh, I need a hobby. Seriously, I mean, besides drawing and my penchant for playing the fiddle (I think we all know what I'm talking about here, AM I RIGHT?!) I don't have anything to do.
I've never played the fiddle in my life.
I'm seriously losin' it lately.

I got this chip-clip here. It is reminding me of when I spent that week going through all the Penny Arcade archives, when I had Dial-up AOL and everything.
I actually have that dialogue in my AIM profile. Here, I will copy it for you.

"Why do they call them chip-clips? I mean, everyone just puts them on their wang. They should call them 'wang-clips' or 'wang-hangers', or something."

It makes me miss times that are gone now. Every time is gone now, do you know that? I'm seventeen and I'm already a tired old man, regretting how he's wasted his life away. Lamenting how he took everything for granted until it drained away from him; and how he didn't realize, until after the last shred of it slipped through his fingers, how much it meant to him.
Eh, what're you going to do?
I guess it is the unfortunate position of any youth on the threshold of higher living, to regret the actions and lost pastimes of his earlier years. I just wish it didn't happen to me so damn much.
Don't get me wrong, I love how things are now. My short-term memory is just screwed up that it's hard for me to remember that I love how things are now. Unfortunately my long-term memory is in slightly better order, and is remembering only the parts of my earlier life I enjoyed (and deleting the ones I hated, which were numerous).
So, to hell with this shit, man. I'm just gonna sit down and feel cool, for a little while longer.
Shit, I'm gonna get some coffee.
Y'all have a nice day.