p0tat0es | Ack. (Reply)

Just had a heart-to-heart with my notebook. I'm trying to get some of the shit that's been ping-ponging around in my noggin out into words. I don't think I effectively accomplished my task. Well, I guess I sort of did. I'm currently experiencing a whole new breed of angst. Not teen angst, not the lonely-angst. No, this is the new shit right here. It's not that furrowed brow, vein popping, dark angst. It's more of a mid-twenties angst. It's a what-the-fuck-am-I-doing angst. It's angst-because-I-haven't-had-any-angst-in-forever-angst. Fuck. Remind me never to use te word "angst" ever again. My angst pass will have been revoked by the time I finish writing this. No, I'm just a guy with a far too active imagination trying to figure out what I'm gonna do next. Why the fuck am I putting this on the internet? I was sitting here, all by myself, listening to some Afghan Whigs, trying to put my feelings into words on some paper, and now look what's happened.

I'll share one thing that I wrote in my notebook:

..pisses me off. Why? ACK! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!!!FUCK! OK. Done.

So there.