No interesting content.
Nothing really to say.
Not worth a while lot of money.
Not blogging for eight hours per day.
Huh
..........
I can hoop for eight hours per day and never get sick of it.
I can ball all day and feel like I haven't accomplished shit.
Pardon my French.......
So what do I think about this?
Momentum.
I might not make it on a pro team but I can blog.
I can get the momentum to blog.
I can work at it.
Truthfully.....
I wish I had a blog going the whole time.
I mean it makes sense.
I'm getting better at writing.
I'm getting better at smiling.
I might go shave my head.....
Maybe not though maybe I should let it grow.
Ohh boy it's fun to have money I bet.
Misery lives company I bet.
Ohh yeah because we can't have anymoney honey....
We just struggle through.
We over think everything.
We don't know what to do.
Could hoop dreams make me famous?
Maybe but they can also make me homeless.
You know why I am not homeless?
Because I went to jail and they wanted to know more about me and I told them I was homeless and needed a place to sleep.
What happened next?
I had to go to a psychiatric hospital for six months while they diagnosed me and Im not gonna tell you what I was diagnosed with but it was different.
I got huge bouts of anxiety in my legs and I was afraid to talk about because I thought they would keep me even longer.
After that I had to go to a care center where I share one apartment with three other guys and their were two apartments on top and two downstairs where there were girls living their.
That was fun I guess.
We had meeting everyday and had to go through a huge workbook.
I had to stay their for three months and then it was over. I met people my age, some of them cut themselves and some smoked meth. I guess that's what was going on.
After that I had a armored car pick me up and take me to a board n lodge and I got my own room with cable. I was happier but I didn't know what was going to happen.
They gave me a hundred dollars per month to spend and I got to sleep in my own bed and room and then they fed me three times per day. At first it kind a sucked but it got easier.
I got to mewt some people and they were nice. They were all older gentlemen around sixty and seventy, so no groups or meetings we just hang out.
They watch a lot of TV and I do this blog. They hang out and smoke and I watch. I quit smoking. I feel good but I still get urges.
We are moving here soon and will have to see how things go.
I guess some of the older gentlemen will pass away where we are gonna from old age. I wonder what they think of it.
I wanna die in my own home or a assisted living where I have my own apartment.
Should I get married or just blog?
No girls really like me and I'm not that good looking.
I don't know what to think.
I should rap to myself I kinda got a headache.
Should I go get some aspirin maybe I will.
I want to go fishing.
They said I might be able to go fishing in a boat this week sometime.
What to write about?
I don't know.
I got a headache and I just took some aspirin or ibuprofen.
Hopefully that works.
I think maybe I should run some sprints.
I wonder if that will help.
I'm trying to think how I can hack open a atm and the only thing I can think of is making Kindle files and maybe cold calling.
I don't know how the card knows it has money on it.
I mean how does that work.
I might have to come up with a invention myself.
Maybe I can be a great inventor.
Maybe I don't know.
I don't know what to think.
I'm listening to music and just switched from Drake to J. Cole and that's that.
I get weird ideas some days and I don't know what to think.
Things like what happened to the dinasaurs.
Are we gonna be dinasaurs?
Should we invest in space travel and go to another planet. I don't know.
What the heck is Mars gonna be like?
What the heck are we gonna do their.
I mean this is crazy and I don't know what to think.
We just sit here dreaming up stuff and what for. What should we do with out time?
Just sit at work the whole time?
What does it all mean.
It feels good to talk about it.
I wonder what other people think about it.
Not much feedback and I don't know.
Do we even want feedback.
I know most people will deny it or give me any good feedback.
I gotta stay on track.
What is their to do?
What is thier to think about.
Can you tell I'm bored?
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