boredom.

i go from complete bliss to utter boredom in a matter of one commuter rail train ride.

it is day 2 of hating my life and there is no end in sight.

it would be different if i were working all day, though really not quite the same because i hate my jobs and anyway, anything after d&g is worthless. hopefully i'll start 9/5-ing it soon, at the office. because then at least i'll start making a lot of money and can spend weekends in the city or paris or who-knows, but it will involve lots of drinks either way and the gays.

oh god i feel so boring. i am wearing a tie-dyed tee-shirt. if the city folk could only see me now...