almost a year.

almost a year later eh.

thinking of things to write just hinders my creative writing. back then, i loved writing but ever since i started working, i lost interest. funny how i forgot to write like i did before. using words that even now i forgot. getting dumber day by day i guess. the heat in the kitchen is somewhat unbearable, my brain probably melted. seems like exercizing my brain helps. so i must write once again. starting today. all feelings are out. imagine sitting here at 6:30am without sleeping. day by day i get occupied by internet nonsense. wishing i can do more at night than day but what to do. its dark. actually the sun is already out and here i am awake. give me thrity minutes to sleep. i will try, like always. reggae drives my soul, food drives my tummy, cleaning drives my desires, electronics drives my greed, that is me now. back then it was different. i think i like the old me but at the same time, some of hte improvements are quite interesting. i enjoy myself nowadays but boredome still hits, and when it does, it shoots me directly on the head. when boredome strikes, i have TV, NET, YOUTUBE, MYSPACE, MININOVA, REGGAE and FOOD. food generally gives me something to do, cooking i mean. i cut myself last week, my right ring finger. it bled and i cured it. its looking better than before. a month ago, i hurt my back. nobody really cared. liz helped ease the pain. but it was bad. i considered visiting a chiropractor but it just ended as an idea. the pain is gone though. i am better now. i do not like using apostrophes ( ' ). it bothers me. but it makes my writing sound so fobish. hell if i care. haha fob joke. i remember last week when me and my friends were at calahan's. our waitress accidentally called my friend joe, a fob. funny shit. he got a free shot. sweet. time to sleep. . .