Out of Good Material

Lately, it's been difficult to express the way I feel. Perhaps it's some sort of blockage psychologists and Harvard brains have already labeled. No, not "writer's block." We're talking a strong mental congestion. Almost debilitating. Maybe it's my mind's natural way of saying, "Hey. Fuckface. Take you, the dog and me (your brain) and head to the beach."

Maybe it would be a good time to take a breather. UGH! So anyway, my brain's been repeating thoughts for the past couple weeks... In no particular order, here we go: 

Manoli's List of Scattered Thoughts

• I love boobs. They're fantastic. I'm a boob man. Sequence of physical traits I notice when I meet a woman: Boobs. Eyes. Neck... everything else.
• Man! Life is bland, but I can't complain because I'm alive.
• Why's my mom dead? How did it happen so quickly? She didn't deserve to go so abruptly. I wish she could've been happier towards the end. I should've bought her an adult tricycle because she never rode a bike. It would've made her smile.
• I'm destined to be single, surrounded by fantastic family and friends when I die. Doesn't sound so bad does it?
• I hate cigarettes.
• Get off of the interstate if you're not from Maryland.
• Is this ever gonna mean anything?
• Will Kratos make it to 15?
• I have a lot to offer. No I don't. Yes I do. No I don't. Yes I do.... anywayyyyy.
• Why does nobody at work put anything back in its place? Am I the only one who cares about this place?
• I need to lighten up about work.
• I need to lighten up in general.
• I love movies.
• I wish I had a family.
• I'll be fine without a family.
• Stop being so scared.
• I don't understand why people like me so much.
• I'm a likeable guy.
• I need to shave.
• I feel blank. Can't feel anything. When did this happen?
• I miss my friend Bill.
• Gotta work out.
• When did everyone get so old and busy?
• Can't wait to leave this place.
• I need to go back to therapy.

This list goes on, but it would take pages and pages. Anywho, I'm off to bed.

Love you guys,
Manoli