Then I slowly grow fatter, slower, and older. Things slow down for me and they're not appealing. I no longer find anything enthralling about the way junkies act in novels, I no longer find anything enthralling about the way junkies act in my life. I get fed up with people who don't work. I think I've absorbed this hard-nosed attitude about what you're supposed to do with your life, and it's completely been solidified by my years in New York. You, my friend, should work your ass off. You should do things you don't enjoy as long as it puts your family in the best position possible. You need to make as much money as you can. Do not get left behind; bust your ass.

Yet in all this ass busting I've become a pretty fucking boring person. I barely make music anymore, I don't write, I don't go to shows, I don't dress in some sort of hip way, I'm a boring twat rocket.

Anyway, I know I can be a more interesting person and be a little more self-aborbed. It'd be good for me to stop caring about sports soon, because it eats up a disgusting amount of my free time and I get absolutely nothing proactive from it.

Anyway, I've written for 15-20 minutes and I'd like to go through everything else I've written on here and see where I'm at, see how many other times I've written about me needing to write and gotten nowhere eles