May 16th, 2002

compton

Teetering on the edge...

Ever have one of those days where it has the potential to go really wrong?

Too many things are in that razor's edge position today...

Work... well, we all know how shitty that's been. Will the things I tried yesterday actually work, or will I (once again) be back at ground zero?

Car... the guy installing my top doesn't like it. Spent fifteen minutes complaining about how he thought there should be more parts and how he doesn't know if it will work. Just follow the fucking directions you buttplug, and if there's a problem, I can take it to the company that sold it to me.

Life... someone actually responded to my Nerve ad who doesn't seem like a total motard. Of course they're in NYC. Lot of good THAT does me.

Can't I just have a peaceful day?

me
Living on the edge...</b>
  • Current Mood
    agitated
compton

Get your Write on...

MMmmm, story sitting in the back of my head. It's been there for years, but now that I've churned out that first screenplay this one has been moving around and making some noise.

I think it wants to be let out.

me
Please release me, let me go.....
  • Current Mood
    so not wanting to be at work
emotional

A very wise friend...

...passed this on to me tonight:

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with triumph and disaster
    And treat those two imposters just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
    And stoop and build 'me up with wornout tools;

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breath a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!


    by Rudyard Kipling

I've heard other's refer to all of this as 'Having Class'. I can only hope I get there fully some day.

me
Opera rocks...
  • Current Music
    Sarah Brightman & Andrea Bocelli - Time to say goodbye