I have been wanting to write this entry for a while now but every time I start I get a sentence or two in and stop. I just can't get it out into a thought I like the sound of. I feel like all my entries center on the same themes and I worry it's a symptom of the staleness that has enveloped my entire life.
I guess it starts with my geographical location on the planet. The thought of staying here doesn't excite me at all but the thought of leaving terrifies me to my core. I want to live somewhere happening somewhere with a good night life, liberal politics, and cheap pot. I have been thinking about seasonal work in Colorado. Maybe start in the summer season. I know running from my problems won't solve them. But going somewhere where I don't know the way to the dope mans house can't be a bad thing.
I feel a little better getting that out of my head. I'm gonna smoke a bowl and chill. I got more to say later.
I guess it starts with my geographical location on the planet. The thought of staying here doesn't excite me at all but the thought of leaving terrifies me to my core. I want to live somewhere happening somewhere with a good night life, liberal politics, and cheap pot. I have been thinking about seasonal work in Colorado. Maybe start in the summer season. I know running from my problems won't solve them. But going somewhere where I don't know the way to the dope mans house can't be a bad thing.
I feel a little better getting that out of my head. I'm gonna smoke a bowl and chill. I got more to say later.