The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

8.09.2006

Haha, what a lame post that was.

Okay so here's the scoop - I got home from work today and I felt lonely. Not sure why - you know that unexplained loneliness that creeps up on you and then just kind of sits in the back of your mind? That sort. The gloomy sort. Ugly. I think it may have something to do with wanting a relationship. I'm starting to get a little impatient - tired of waiting for that perfect person, and second guessing myself hoping I haven't passed her by.

10:11 and I should go to sleep. Four AM comes early on a Thursday morning in the rain. Goodnight.

1 comment:

Macbeth54 said...

I know exactly how you feel. Oddly enough I was feeling the same way last night so I decided to get drunk(just kidding). But don't worry about finding you, now that you are a firefighter they will find you, all you have to do is choose one you like(that of course is the hard part, at least for me).