seka's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- when you're out I'm rambling through sunsets a lot lately, I suppose in search of some inspiration or meaning. All it does is reinforce my feeling of loneliness. Sure is pretty though. 8:17 p.m. - 2017-09-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- simply It was a normal conversation on an uneventful night. The kind of inane topics couples who’ve been together a long time talk about. How was work? What did you do today? I had _____ for dinner. After 7 years our era of discovery and surprise has been replaced by the comfortable routine. Thats not necessarily a bad thing. Its what happens. Things were wrapping up, I was glancing at the clock waiting to go take my shower before bed when she said: ‘Oh, I’m going on a trip’ 10:41 p.m. - 2017-06-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know, I know Forgive me, dear reader I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with this thing. Do I want it to be a chronological record of the things I did? Dear Diary, today was rainy and my back was sore and work was shitty... blah blah blah. But what is the alternative? A collection of trite, random observations? Dear Diary, so what's the deal with Airline food? And women, am I right? I feel like I'm too old to go through the whole emo existential crisis thing. Like, I've been an adult for a long time now and you just keep on truckin', keep on keeping on. I used to write a lot about the things I watched, the music I listened to and the books I read. That seems self-indulgant to me now. Like oh wow, so you read Nietzsche congratulations. My father always claimed he had Seasonal Adjustment Disorder. I always thought that was bunk but I played along dutifully. But I have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing the sun again. I've also been thinking about starting smoking again. I know, I know- stupid. But God I used to love smoking and I still miss it. 8:20 p.m. - 2017-05-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- no book Ok I jumped the gun a bit, it wasn't pre-911 it was 2005. I guess that's what, pre-Facebook? pre-iPhone? I dunno, I don't have big milestones anymore to gauge the things flying past my rearview mirrors. Decades are measured in pet deaths, family deaths, relationship deaths, cars and jobs. I'm between books right now which is my favourite place to be. I love reading but I love the short period between books when you have nothing on the go and you ask yourself hmm what do I feel like reading... 8:08 p.m. - 2017-05-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- time time I literally haven't written in this thing in over a decade. Holy shit I think it was actually pre-911. That guy is gone, that world is gone. I'm older, greyer and umm... probably still a dumb-ass, I've just learned a thing or two about pretending. Learned a thing or two about time. Its about time. 8:01 p.m. - 2017-05-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bye I've closed this page, and become someone else. But rest assured, I'm still reading you all every single damn day... 6:09 p.m. - 2005-12-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- goodbye 10:40 p.m. - 2005-10-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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