thoughts and cigarettes
would my thoughts be any different if I smoked? if i took long drags, would my thoughts be long and deep? what of my lungs?
i wanna flick a lit cigarette into this autumn breeze.
going slow
I’ve spent my last three years waking up early, and getting home late just for work.
Now, I take my time to get dressed, brew coffee instead of buying, show up minutes before my shift, work my magic, and leave work on time.
I’ve noticed that I’ve been missing out on a lot these past three years.
straw
growing up i had heard from friends that drinking a beer with a straw was like drinking two beers. so i did just that. i drank beers with a straw at a restaurant tonight. i never caught a buzz.
in a way, i like this
Work hours have been cut. No more weekends. It’s that time of the year where certain sectors of business starts to slow down.
Going to occupy my morning with re-arranging my bedroom/art studio.
Come noon: Red River Rivalry.
HOOK ‘EM HORNS!
High-res
I know I haven’t been posting, reblogging, or liking for quite a while.
Fact is, I’ve been busy with a project.
morning memoirs .025
Completely finished with the elevator. Going to sleep.
evening memoirs .006
I’m at work. Been here since 6 this morning. There’s not much I can tell you, aside from work stuff.
Fix this, fix that. Getting wet from a water leak, resulting in the water not being water, but sewer water. I don’t think I need to go into detail with that, you get the picture. Me, stinking wet.
Not going home tonight. I’ve work to do on an elevator. I can’t shut it down until later on, when guest traffic stops. I can’t sleep. Too early, and most likely, I will end up working through my whole shift tomorrow.
Anyways, the moral of this memoir is about me wanting a beer.
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Relaxing weekend. No calls from work, almost eerie. Worked on art. I savored every sip of coffee I had. Softball games cancelled. A thank you to rain.
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A fresh start to reclaim my weekends with a fresh cup of coffee. Sunlight, bright, warm coming through my window. Paper and pen beckon use.
High-res
Look man, right now the NHL playoffs are going on. Yup, NBA playoffs are going on as well but that’s neither here nor there. (GO LAKERS!!!)
I’m a “Brody” fan, but not a Jersey fan. No. I’m kinda pullin’ for the L.A. Kings to win the Cup. Only because the Kings inspired me to play hockey where I actually became a pro for a game. You know, where you get to play in an arena and the 4,000+ fans chant your name (local team, not NHL). My best 15 minutes of fame, EVER!
I’m a hockey fan for life, through and through.
Martin Brodeur
which sick feeling is worse?
As far as being sick, I feel better. May even go to the beach today.
My office was broken into last night. I hope the thieves enjoy the flat screen that I had bought for my son as a gift. I also hope they make great art with the art supplies they took.
It’s a sickening feeling to lose anything one works hard to aquire, but at least I’m beating this illness to be able to work my ass off again and buy those things again.
i’m sick…
… and I feel like I’m in the underworld.
To not call in, and come to work is something. Stupid maybe. To show up and the boss notice my pale skin, accompanied by fever, and not send me home is also something else.
Use the sick days, Serg!
What I cannot stand however, is the pounding going on inside my cranium. A pounding that has had me in the grouchiest, fed-up, I hate this job, and everyone in it moods.
Boom, boom.
morning memoirs .023
Woke up ill my friends. Moping at the speed of snail.
Planning on drinking lots of fluids and skipping the morning coffee… chea right!
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It’s been a while since I’ve typed out anything on this tumblog.
Heck, I think the last memoir was way back in January. I say ‘way back’ because it feels like a long while back, and too many people adjust themselves to time going by so fast. I haven’t time for thinking how New Year’s feels like yesterday.
Fuck that, yesterday feels like yesterday, and New Year’s feels like 3 months ago. Shit, I need to start worrying about Christmas.
Anyways, this isn’t about living life to the fullest, I’ve been living for work, so I’m the last guy that can tell you how to live and enjoy life.
You may have noticed that I’ve been posting less. Not because I’m bored, burnt out, or pulling the MySpace original ‘Thinking about deleting’… naa.
Work has been a handful, but it’s slowed down just enough since Spring Break, and sure to get busy late April. But whatever, that’s cool and all.
The main reason that has me reblogging or posting less is the current hunger to draw. So far, it’s been more sketching than actual quality stuff. It has to start somewhere, right?
So yeap, been busy with art. A few of the people I follow here, have found my new little tumblog where I just post art, usually an update or two a day, and sometimes featured artwork from other artists. Cool stuff.
So there you have it. Alive and kicking, just busy doing my own thing. But before I hit ‘Create post’, I wanna thank all of you who are still following and take the time to say “Hi” via tumblr’s message thingy. Always enjoy what you have to say about anything.
With that folks, I wish you all a great evening/morning.
-Serg-
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We all have something wrong to say.