This was kind of perfect.
So I worked a double for the second day in a row. I’m not complaining. I made good money, and that’s what I intend to do. But nevertheless, it was an unavoidably long day. So I came home and I really wanted to do the puzzles in the paper. So I sat down. I tried to do the crossword, but I didn’t get very far. At all. And then I tried the Word Jumble, which I’m usually really good at. I could only get two words. (The ones I couldn’t unscramble: PONIA, MCITOM) So then I tried the Cryptoquote, which I’ve ALWAYS loved. And I got this:
I actually don’t know if his last name is “Butler”. He very well could be named “Samuel Cutler”. But I didn’t wanna cheat and “Butler” sounded better.
Here’s what makes me happy about this situation:
1) I solved a puzzle!
2) The honesty of the quote
3) I can write in capital and lower-case letters because I don’t give a shit
4) How wonderfully the situation worked out
I’ve been lost lately. Just looking for meaning. JAMES. There is meaning in having a good time. So. What do you really want to do? What sounds SUPER FUN? Figure it out and then. DO IT. You don’t need to be over-analyzing all the time. Don’t miss out on having a fuckin’ good time while you can. You’re young and nimble (most days). Go carpe diem, bitch!
There are those days where I do nothing but watch “Friends” on my computer, and then I get so mad at myself cuz I feel like a waste. James. Does watching Friends make you happy? Yes. Yes? Yes. Ok. Then it’s ok. Do it all you want.
Now. I get to do the MATH puzzle in the paper. YAY. I fuckin’ LOVE math. I love numbers. I love words. Obvi. I like to bend my words a lot to make multiple meanings, if you haven’t noticed. I think that sometimes English can be a beautifully cryptic language in ways that other languages can’t. But then I realize I sometimes think the same thing about Spanish.
I’m gonna do a puzzle at 1:16 in the morning cuz it makes me happy, damnit. And that’s enough for me.
I’m still fighting for the validity of one person living their life without an Other.
I did what I wanted today. And fuck, it felt good.
Also. I fell asleep on a bench in public. I was reading a book outside in Greenway Station. After eating my apple, I decided it was time to doze off. So I tangled my arm up in my backpack, leaned forward and proceeded to PASS THE F OUT. Well. I woke up in time to overhear a father explaining to his child what had apparently happened to me: “Well. He was eating his apple and then he got tired so he fell asleep.”
Yes. Yes, I did.
“I don’t know much about fighting, but I, I know I will fight for you.”
~”1+1″ by Beyoncé
I think this irony… but I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask Alanis and then get back to you.
(I know it doesn’t look like it but I did what I had to do. Cuz I love me and I don’t wanna be in pain anymore.)
I’m doing my best.