the wirdo part of my brain…

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the wirdo part of my brain…

June 10, 2009

I cant sleep, I keep thinking of the things that transpired a week ago; I just couldnt understand why a 45yr old man would do anything stupid without even thinking of what may happen when things go wrong. Jeezzz, major stupidity alert….he reminds me of my dad and I’m hating him even more…

Sometimes I envy people like this…here I am anticipating the worst possible scenario that can happen and squeeze my brains out thinking of the best solutions I can come up with when that time comes. Then people like this just do things without thinking ahead and just literally segway themselves into anything, as in reach and grab hold the easiest but stupidest solution and reason the human race can ever hear of.

I dont really know which is better, all I know is, its just so tiring being me and it sucks to be him…

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I'm kind of a laid-back person and I dont really believe in getting things the hard way. I mean if there's a better or easier way to get things done, why go through all the hoops?

Timing is everything, I don't rush things if the timing's not right, but when I have all the means to get something done I do it right away and finish it as soon as possible.

I'm not a morning person. I find my self hyper at night and drag myself to do stuff in the days. I like to do things in my own time; I hate pressure.

I've been working in japan since 2001, My japanese was good back then; Now that I've been living here since 2004 unemployed, I've been isolated with everybody else I know, beacuse of that I speak Japanese like a retarded 3 year old.

I find it hard to trust people, that's why I end up doing things all by myself and it is really exhausting. I hate this about myself.

Good Morning?

I woke early one morning The earth lay cool and still When suddenly a tiny bird Perched on my window sill, He sang a song so lovely So carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles Began to slip away He sang of far off places Of laughter and of fun, It seemed his very thrilling, brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers Crept slowly out of bed, Then gently shut the window And crushed his fucking head....I'm not a morning person.