I think about times in my life where I'm going through the kinds of things I'm going through right now. I don't know how to describe how it's different this time, but it is different. It's different because things are confusing; I'm confused about how to deal with; I'm confused about how to move forward, and I'm confused about what to do next, but things aren't really all that bleak right now, things really aren't all that hopeless. Things are just confusing. I just really don't know what to do next.
I think that I'm just going to operate under the assumption that Nevada is where I'm going to be for now, and I'll just go through with getting a Nevada Driver's License, and Nevada Plates.
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What I'm trying to figure out right now is whether or not to get a Nevada Driver's License, and Nevada Plates. These are things that should be taken care of after moving to Nevada, but I'm not sure if I've really moved here. I'm not really sure if I've really "moved" to Nevada.
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A few hours ago, I went to the grocery store and bought a rotisserie chicken, and an order of potato salad, but I'm just not hungry enough to finish all of this. I have been gaining weight, and I have been getting fatter, but I've been a lot less hungry as well. I really need to get back to work. These last few months have been kind of a waste of time, if I think of them in terms of how they've added to my overall progress in life, but they've been interesting, and sometimes I think that maybe these interesting events in life, these interesting life events, do add to a person's overall life progress.
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what the hell do I have to think of right now? i'm just worried about the future, but not in a way, where, i'm freaking out or losing my mind, or, where i feel like bad things are on the horizon. i guess i'm anxious about the future, and about what to do in the coming months. i start work on the 22nd, i don't anticipate anything going wrong. the idea of going back to dallas / fort worth and going back to school is somewhere in the back of my mind, but what is the most intelligent thing for me to do?
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Postcards from Tennessee # 15
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Poem
Butter is not the Answer # 17
say whatever you
want about whatever
your opinion is, and when
you say it you can feel free
to say it at the top of
your lungs, but whatever
you say, and whatever
your point of view
is. just know that
butter is not the answer.
it's not, it's really not the
answer.
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Poem
Butter is not the Answer # 16
it's possible to drown most
of the problems of life, the struggles
the ups and downs, and even
many of the sadnesses you face
with olive oil, and wine, and whine
but just be aware
of the fact that butter is not the answer.
you think that crispy chicken is
created with the buttery goodness
of something other than lard and
hydrogenated soybean oil?
Think Again! It's something else!
not butter! butter is not the answer!
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Butter is not the Answer # 15
there aren't very many questions
and there are even fewer qualified
answers to those questions and there
are even fewer answers that are valid
and true
and you know with
great certainty that
butter is not the answer
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butter is not the answer, Butter Is Not The Answer, BUTTER IS NOT THE ANSWER!
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I while ago, and this was during one of my road trips, I was at a kind of shopping center, I wouldn't call it a mall because it wasn't all indoors, and I wouldn't call it an outlet shopping center, because, it really wasn't focused on discounts, but whatever it was, I really didn't go shopping, I spent my time going to the restaurants there. I think I went to three different restaurants, and at the last restaurant I went to there was this guy, an older man, and he was with his wife. I ordered a shot of gin, and, out of nowhere he says something like: "Gin, I haven't had gin since I was in my early twenties and vomited all over the place."
He was obviously trying to get a reaction out of me. I don't know what happened afterward, but there was kind of a discussion back and forth, and he eventually left, I'm not sure if he ordered anything, or if he was just loitering at the bar, pretending that he was going to spend a lot of money, and then, used his kind of, unpleasantness as a kind of pretext or reason for not ordering anything.
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but I've noticed that over the past few months, that people at restaurants can be kind of. They interact with me in a way that suggests that they really don't want me there. or they want me to leave. I'm just there, and I'm just fucking eating.
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but I think about different times, and different places that i've felt like i was being pushed out of. some things are related, and some things aren't. and trying to figure out which things are related, and which aren't related is something i kind of have to figure out.
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