the deep

bone pickin'

I generally ignore LJ; using it for voyeuristic pleasures more than anything.

I decided I should start letting my journal bear witness to some of the overflow of "crazy" that plagues my myspace blogs. Commence bitching:

I resent my current living situation. I hate being in Michigan. I'm angry at myself for being an alcoholic. Sobriety is very difficult. That's all!
the deep

deathdeathdeathanddying

I cannot make sense of myself

can you?

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if so, if you see an answer, and a way out of my madness, please enlighten me, save me, fight for me, and love me because I'm so last year. I'm so not fashionable. Cast me off, because I'm dead (for all intensive purposes).
the deep

reposted in the hopes of an answer

2005 was overrated: Another year... I feel as though I should mark its passing somehow. ...

My philosophy professor once posed this question to my class: Would you knowingly insert yourself into a fabricated reality?

He used the example of the Matrix (lame, I know). Basically, you would have no knowledge after being inserted into this fake reality that it was not the truth, and this reality would significantly more enjoyable then the reality we are currently occupying.
the deep

"tee hee" or so the saying goes

They've finally done it at work--put me on a nice new G5 iMac. I miss my PC, and it sucks because I had just purchased FarCry right before I was moved. But, on the upshot, my iMac is powerful enough to run W.o.W., and isn't that really all that matters in life?

I won't say what new game they've placed me on because I don't want to think about the irony, but here's a clue: He lives in a pineapple under the sea. And soon he'll be available for Macintosh!
the deep

the white-trashathon stops here

I felt a twinge...

I think it was of happiness, as I looked around and noticed the general reasonable condition of my living space: my toilet worked perfectly and nothing smelled of urine, dog, or rotting food. There were no meth addicts or harsh words or entitlement issues. All I saw was order; and it made sense, finally. I'm lonely, sad, and wholly on my own, however, I feel some part of me growing back.

Re-humanization hurts wonderfully.
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