Fuck my job

I do not function well in an office. I can get by but it's really getting to me. I am thinking of quitting with or without plans for other work. I have some money saved for survival. I really want to jump in and see if I float. There has to be something out there that will be more rewarding than this gruel.

Goodbye blue Mondays is the illy nosh

I love gbm. The most positively creative place in NYC I've seen so far.

Bloginses

On the train back to bk. Visited Dba ( a bar I always think is called odb). Bought drinks at the library, no yeungling?!? The bartender not serving me had awesome leather. Off to gbm.

iPhone

There will be many misspellings in this blog due to Iphone's auto correct. This is a Psa. (It (the iPhone I'm using) kept trying to have me write PDA, har har)

Parkside Lounge

So I'm here at my local tavern. Well, I moved out a few weeks ago but it's still the alcoholic home base. Anyways, I actually gave my friend this blog address so I feel like I should enter something into the "sphere." There are dudes talking about tv and mend health *correction, yelling*, some girl testing on her blackberry to her friend, and Alex my favorite bartender. Looking back at my old entries, I remember how awful I felt. Well ladies and gents, my attitude towards life is much more bright. I walked the old haunt and felt this amazing positive feeling I haven't had in literally years without chemical enhancement. It's amazing how depression can take a hold of you and make you this monster. I guess it's just a phase and in the big picture I am kicking some ass. I think that's it. Reporting live from Nate's silly life, signing off.

Blarg

Blah blah blah societal pressure good or bad?to try or not? Sense or nonsense? Poem or crap? Scrubs? Zach Braf? How do you spell his name? How would you describe our culture today? I would say daunting. I am a scatter brain trying hopelessly to catch my smoke dreams. I need a balloon or a jar or something. I want to catch lightning. If you steal it, I'll catch it again. Sometimes you get fried by such efforts. Burnt to a crisp and one must make a cacoon to use their wolverine powers. Mostly this battle is unseen, hidden behind longing eyes. Lost in the world of the dead. Connected to the collective subconscious. Beaten down by the powerful trying to hold onto their fleeting throne. Deceptive trickster gremlins infesting your mind leading you the wrong way. Reminding you that you are a loser though you are not. Stabing you in the heart with their pin dived daggers in efforts it will bleed all the succulant juices. Goodbye assholes, hello enlightenment. Why bash a triangle into a square? It doesn't work. Lost the train of thought. Had to make a call. Beat. Dead. It's hard to vomit your heart onto someones plate consistantly. I see why artists are considered insane so often. Dealing with the emotional world is dangerous.

Intelligent Life

I don't agree with intelligent designs agenda to promote Christianity but I hypothesize that life around us is intelligent.