Sunday, November 08, 2009

Come what ye may, deplorable Fate. And bring your worst.

The thing about hitting rock bottom is nothing else can bring you down lower. People tell me to be more positive and I'm finaly giving in. The only nice thing I can think of is, it can't possibly get any worse.
I've told myself that before many times, only to be proven wrong. But if baseless optimism makes others around me feel better, I will try to kid myself some more.
My big future plans have crumbled apart (again) so I'm stuck in this miserable armpit of a city.
I am swamped at a dead end job with no money, oodles of debt and a disdain for people in general.
I'm on the wrong side of 35 years old, have no prospects and a certain lady stopped talking to me.
I'm supposed to find some positive in that. So others around me can feel better.
Okay, the positive things going on...

I went to the movies the other night. Saw The 4th Kind. It didn't suck. Think Blair Witch except creepier.
Sonny got a new best friend this week, a cat named Attila-

They ignore each other, which suits me fine.
Oh yeah, almost forgot- I get all the Mexican food I can eat at a 50% discount.