Fuck
The Future
- Edit constructively, not obsessively.
- More importantly, focus.
- Create something of value.
- Communicate it with others.
- I’m working on a new website for myself. I’ve never really had a good one. I just have a hard time promoting myself. I’m narcissistic sometimes, but I’m also very lazy and short sighted. I focus on promoting myself in very narrow ways. It’s the wrong focus. I’m writing this in the process of trying to refocus.
- Don’t be afraid to delete things.
- Seriously, FOCUS!!
The Present
Bugging out. Trying to do toooo many things, but just half finishing them. I’m writing this to procrastinate and because my blog is one of the shittiest pieces of shit I’ve got going on. I need to be communicating instead of just brewing and thinking 24 hours a day. Whatever.
I’m psyched about what I’m doing at work. Designing some really cool web apps and learning a ton. I wish I could show it to you, but it’s all locked up inside Psyop. I’d like to get their intranet accessible to the outside world. I still wouldn’t be able to show you, because it’d be password protected, but it’d be nice to at least show it off in person to people. That’s one thing I’m really missing about it. I get to show it to other people in my company, but I’m not really like that. Sharing it with all kinds of people is what it’s all about. So many god damn I’s in this fucking thing. In my life in general.
I’ll talk about something else. But what. Apple? Thinking about that damn company all the time. My first gen iphone is kinda crummy in terms of speed. I love the style though. It’s bad ass. Blah blah blah.
The Past
I cringe at the way I fuck people over sometimes. Mostly women. I’m mean to women. I resent what they did to me. Does writing your thoughts down help to get a clearer head for new thoughts. Will I be less lazy? Or at least spend my time doing more and consuming less? I just fucking sleep all the time. I love that shit. It makes me happy, but then I don’t feel happy when I feel small and less powerful than I feel like I am capable of being. Do I really need to reread everything? Maybe. I guess I just am what I am. Strive for greatness, but what the fuck, give yourself a break. Or maybe that’s my problem. Talking like that. OK. Taking another hit. Done. Now Post. Wait. I’ll include an image.
