Monday, March 11, 2002
the good weekend that turned into a somewhat annoying sunday which turned into a crappy monday morning.
fuck my car. thats all i'm going to say on that aspect of this.
fuck me. thats all i'm going to say on this aspect of things.....
fuck traffic. ok, fuck traffic. traffic blows. it took me 2 hours to get the mail for work this morning. montlake was backed up to uvillage. this is the stuff you expect at like 4 in the afternoon, but at 9 in the morning? traffic shouldn't be sucking that much. it usually isn't. who knows what was up today. gah GAH.
i just need to get my car to a point of reasonable workocity. the term good enough describes just about every thing i do. i didn't actually fix my computer, i just got it to the point where it was working good enough. i am always one step short of success. i'm not a fuck up, but i never really live up to all expectations. adequate describes me and my life fairly well....
fuck my car. thats all i'm going to say on that aspect of this.
fuck me. thats all i'm going to say on this aspect of things.....
fuck traffic. ok, fuck traffic. traffic blows. it took me 2 hours to get the mail for work this morning. montlake was backed up to uvillage. this is the stuff you expect at like 4 in the afternoon, but at 9 in the morning? traffic shouldn't be sucking that much. it usually isn't. who knows what was up today. gah GAH.
i just need to get my car to a point of reasonable workocity. the term good enough describes just about every thing i do. i didn't actually fix my computer, i just got it to the point where it was working good enough. i am always one step short of success. i'm not a fuck up, but i never really live up to all expectations. adequate describes me and my life fairly well....
