The clothes are washed, but are they clean?
My evenings seem to repeat themself unless there is something or someone that interferes in the forward momentum of my day. As I was saying, ten o'clock begins the evening of television watching. The digital clock blinks 10:30pm which is thirty minutes ahead of the actual reality of life. The Simpson's tune harps the inner ear, sending me the message that my attention shall be made toward the animated tube of visual, horizontal ultraviolet lines that we call televised light. See? I do remember what I learn in my technology classes. Quick learn! There are 800UV lines that make up the lights on a computer or television. This is for the old school tv's, maybe not the plasma or high-definition tv's...
The King of Queen's begins with the usual introductory comedy line that most romance-comedies start with. Leah Remini is pretty, but very funny. For those of you who have the Stuff magazine, as Aivy-bebeh laughs out loud, the article is hilarious. And then the twenty-third hour of the day hits and we're watching Will & Grace twice. Eric McCormick, or the character Will, looks and reminds me of the CEO of (S).com...
The new day begins and if I'm still awake, I'm blessed with Becker. The show was of no interest for the beginning stages, but then the show was the only thing on at the moment that was worth watching. Usually I would be asleep by now, but lately, I've been awake until 2am watching Martin and Married With Children. So, as you can see, we have no such digital cable. This sucks, but we're progressing. We'll eventually get there...
The past entries that I've written about has consisted of nearly the same things. I know that this may be tedious and boring, but the only time I have different ideas are when I'm working. Obviously, I can't take a break from work and jump on the internet to type up an entry. If I was able to do that, that would be increasingly great. Although, I'm unsure if anyone actually reads this thing after being awake from it for so many weeks. Let's see how this topic is...
In with the new and out with the old.
Begin anew with a fresh cleanse.
With a virgin slate or mind clear.
Walking such feeling away with no such grasp.
Looking back every now and then with no criticism.
Do your thing and I'll do mine.
Letting go wouldn't have been so easy if the rise wasn't you.
Myself along with another is here and there.
Here is the place of venue that erects on own.
There we have the work that was once mine.
Soon enough the old is no more.
Closing thy eye with no remorse, no regrets.
note: If you are a guy and you're in doubt, find the closest female and ask her for the answer. With this, they are nearly always right. But when they are wrong, either ridicule them or keep your mouth shut.