FRIDAY MORNING

2:16 AM
Holy shit. What am I doing?

I’m awake. At fucking

Fucking 216.

A.m. y’all.

Refilled, my phone minutes. That was cool.

I recorded a song yesterday, it was kind of funny.

I used this cheesy ass fucking uh, like chorus.

Distortion effect, I guess the same effect on the guitar, and the bass.

I thought about running the drums through it, that would be like, even more Retarded, but it’s got this Like saturated 80s sound.

Yeah. Haha

Eating these damn Nutty, Buddy, cakes.

Who the hell came up with this?

I don’t know, but they’re actually kind of good. I thought I would try them.

They taste like cupcakes. With peanut butter filling.

We’re a modage.

I said pretty much what the fuck.

Why not? Just eat the whole box. Cuz that’s what I’m doing.

Well, I guess

Shit.

I can’t remember what I made that post yesterday, but it’s like I went to the store.

And I was, I got something to drink because

It makes me really happy for like, 2 hours. But it’s kind of stupid because I always wake up way too early and have to make myself go back to sleep.

Which is where I’m at right now. All right. Yeah, it sucks. Kind of, but

Shit, it’s Friday. I get through today and then I have the weekend.

I think about human evolution, like,

How people used to live?

I mean, like tens of thousands of years ago, of course.

You know, agriculture developed and allowed people to

Live in huge fucking communities that turned into cities and all that stuff.

There’s always been like,

Some kind of, you know, Production jobs.

Where they made. You know. Shit for everyday, use. En Masse

On a mass scale, I guess.

Weapons or

Baskets.

Haha, farming itself, you know, I’m just thinking about the 40 Hour Work Week.

Which, Is a lot better I guess than it used to be. You know, if you look at the history of the working class,

I just think it’s like,

Some people get to escape that, but

Most people don’t. Yeah, most people just work their asses off until they’re dead.

You know, you go somewhere and you work

8 hours, at least 8 to 10. Hours a day. 5 days a week. Some jobs do 4 10s.

Thing you get 2 days off. Or 3

The thing about that is, you know, Saturday, I don’t want to do shit. I’m just like God recovering from the week and then the next day it’s like, well, I got a day. To do, whatever.

And then, you got to get Back up and do it again. And the next thing, you know, you’re almost 45 years old.

This year’s almost half over already.

Time.

It just Zips by.

I guess I do stuff like, you know, to make me feel better in the moment

I don’t get drunk. I’m just like, whatever, but it makes me happy and it’s the little things.

I guess that’s

Sometimes it’s just It’s crazy to think about. I go to work and I’m around all my co-workers and

Everybody, we’re all in the same boat. Pretty much. Even though I’m weird as shit and can’t relate to anybody on a like personal level, like with interests, and

You know, stuff. I’m I mean, A fucking crazy Artist. I’m trying not to talk too loud. But um,

Oh my brain. Yeah, it’s like I’m just right there in the middle of all of it just like everybody else.

Of course, that’s why I like, You know, monotonous repetitive factory jobs. I think I’ve stated that about a dozen times why I like working Factory job.

It provides a contrasting element to my creativity. I wouldn’t be able to come up with shit like I do. If I didn’t work these jobs, it’s

Funny. You know, I could go off and live some crazy adventure life.

Probably get songs out of that, too.

I was thinking though, like when I worked at the second car factory. It took a little bit to get going. I’m just like, because I feel I don’t know why I feel stuck. I felt stuck. Yeah. Earlier you know creatively I was like Dang

I haven’t really came up with a lot of good songs. But then it’s like, yeah, I have um, what was my point to that?

I forgot that I made up all these fucking songs, like a month ago. Haha Yeah, I don’t know. This is what goes through my head in the course of a day. And then it was uh, when I worked at the second car factory, I mean, it was just dead. My creativity was just, I didn’t do jack shit for about 6 months. Then, all of a sudden. It was like, turning a faucet on

And I came up with like, some of my best songs ever.

And that, you know,

The Twin Flame chick happened

The last really good 1. Song about her I guess came out around December of last year.

When I was loading the,

Trailers, uh, at the warehouse job at the Target, distribution center.

I think I just heard somebody sneeze. I don’t know. I got new roommates and they don’t shut their door. I don’t understand I started to say something to them about it. It’s like,

I don’t think it’s that big of a deal though, but I can hear them sneeze and they can probably hear me talking.

I don’t know. I have trust issues with other human beings. It’s a long story.

Yeah, I don’t feel like going off on that right now, but

Main reason I’m making a post is to Is to break my 50-day streak. Yep. And I can say, I’ve Done 51 days.

And I don’t have to worry about it if I don’t feel like making a post when I get home later. But I probably will.

I guess I’m going to edit this and then pass out again. I hope I’m going to try my best to go back to sleep. At least get another hour or something of sleep.

Yeah, I woke up like I got around way later than I usually do yesterday morning and

Yeah, I don’t. That was bad. Anyways.

Thank you, please.