If

If I had enough guts to do it... I'd walk up to my boss and tell her that I wanna quit.

But I'm a fucking twit. Rather than that, I just sit here and tell her I'm enjoying myself, hoping that the added pressure of my words may inspire me to force myself to bear with it.

Step1

Bogie, Oli and I are thinking about investing what we have in the restaurant business.

I think that part of my motivation is to be my own boss, so I can stop disappointing the one I have.

I'm also having thoughts of studying in LaSalle again for graduate studies.

I think that part of my motivation on this is to be finally good at something I love, instead of sucking at it right now.

And I'm thinking about taking that offer from Japan. You know? New country. Big town. small eyes.

I think that part of my motivation on this is so I can get away from here and be the big dick (literally) somewhere else.

I need a drink. A strong one that will turn me bright plum and make me barf.

A dose of reality, maybe.

That's what's cool about this blog. Aside from being a one-way ticket to looney-ville, talking to yourself has it's perks.