milkfork

It's funny how often we forget that we're all living on a spinning sphere, rotating around a giant ball of fire, surrounded by the cold silence of space. It's surprising that more folk don't lose their minds more often. Sometimes i feel like nudging the person next to me and asking "uh...so, what's going on here?" What is the point of it all? Why am i here? Why am i watching a special on Nostradamus right now? Why am i pondering and recording these questions?

I had a dream last night about bad sushi. Completely random. Anyway. I feel like i haven't done anything creative in a very long time. Basically, since i got this new job a year and a half ago. I know, I know. Not exactly a "new" job, is it? Well, it still feels kinda new. The past year has gone by quickly and in a blur. Maybe i'm just losing my grip on Time, as i get older. Probably that's the case. So I'm going to make a great effort to create something new. Maybe i'll write a little story, maybe i'll work on a new painting, maybe i'll delve into photoshop and illustrator. I don't know yet.  I'm just getting nervous, cause i turned 30 thi

Hello computers out there.  I am a friendly human. So I need a B-rip, but no green in the house.  How lame is that one?  Getting laid off, gotta find a jobbie, no cash, and an uptight cat that is always hungry.  why? There is beer in the fridge.  It's cold.  I had some pasta earlier.  It was really good.  Thank god for the Italians.  They really have the whole food thing on lock down.  Molto bene.  For real. Anything going on out there?  Am I just sending a collection of words into the nothingness?  Probably.  No biggie.  One-way conversations can be fun, too. How are you?  I'm great.  How are the kids?  Oh really?  No shit, that's great