I have a Spoken Word interview with a friend tomorrow and I am having some anxiety about it.
Made a set-list; can;t find the poems for that list
I very much hope i talked a friend out of suicide tonight.
Let's take inventory (by "Let's" I mean me):
haven't had a car in almost 7 years; bought a DOPE ride... got stolen...
with both of my cameras in it
thinking about changing my Bachelor's focus... at 32
running through my savings like it was going out of style
broken ass relationship which I have little to no interest in, and I'm engaged
about 50lbs overweight
running one of the very best shows in the southeast of America
about to re-acquire a 35mm film camera, possibly might acquire, like, 4 cameras with accessories
somehow still feel great about my life, considering my problems are, at best, minimal in the grand scale of fucking everything
so, in summation:
i'm still breathing, and happy
I'm still motivated, albeit considerably less than otherwise, and happy
so what am I supposed to fucking do here?
done an done
further postings to come
I miss you LJ. I will be back regularly
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