On my part no less. It is'nt often that the center of the universe can readily admit that he screwed up. How did I screw up you might ask? Well, I'm not going to tell you, just because I can admit a mistake doesnt mean that I have to tell everyone. Oh well, I guess that my imperfections make me perfect, to take a Nipponese take on the world.
Now work has been ok, it is just a continuation of my life's ambition, or more appropriatly the lack there-of. The good part is I am meeting new people, like Julie from Pittsburg, or Nikki or Christina or Jane or hmmm, as I think of it, I seem to really only be meeting women... and on second thought, I think I like that. Of course I jest, I am meeting many new people, it just seems that I remember the womens' names better. Yeah, how utterly sexist of me. heh.
But aside that my life has become a drudgery of the repetitive. Underneath the Onion Trees...
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