I want.

I want to write, but I can’t seem to collect my thoughts enough to write any coherant entries. So I won’t try to be coherant. Instead, I’ll just tell you all things I want, things I’m sick of. And maybe it will be cool.

I want a Cat
I want a Dog
I want more money
I want a higher paying job
I want a desk job
I want a blow job
I want a dependable car
I want a new computer
I want to play a new RPG, one that doesn’t suck
I want to take martial arts
I want my braces off
I want to see my friends more
I want to have a good stomache
I want to eat some food
I want to meet more people

I’m sick of roommates
I’m sick of poverty
I’m sick of my inability to manage money
I’m sick of complaining
I’m sick of not taking action
I’m sick of worrying about petty things like my ex girlfriends
I’m sick of being too tired to do anything
I’m tired of random depression spurts
I’m tired of working
I’m sick AND tired of bill collectors
I’m sick to my stomache
I’m tired of having to listen to orthodontists say One more month. It was supposed to be over 6 months ago.
I’m sick of — holy shit my brothers ex from 8 years ago just IM’d me. that’s creepy.
I’m sick of my brothers ex’s form 8 years ago asking me for his address.

I’m sick of forcing myself to write.

I’m going to Eat, play a game, and relax.

I’m not looking forward to this next week. each day 8 hour shifts until 5pm christmas eve. Joy. Anyone in MN, shopping at best buy, stop by the Maplewood one (not woodbury) and say hi. I’m in the comp sales area. But that won’t stop me from leaving to “show” you around the store.

Unless your my stalker. In which case, cool. See ya there.

As always,
James
AIM/MSN: Ziktick(@hotmail.com for MSN users) feel free to contact me. – jhoffoss@gmail.com
QUOTE OF THE MOMENT: Justin’s Book. Stolen by James. “acquired” by Mikey.