First Off

A plan is just a list of things that don't happen.

Never in my life has this statement been more fucking plain and true.

I feel like I should be horribly depressed. There's no one left. Nothing left. It all fizzled, went out with a whimper. And I saw it all happening. I felt it all happening.
But I'm okay. Maybe it just feels like a moderately fresh start. Maybe it's all just a false tell, and I'm just gonna go about business as usual. I'm not gonna let this all bring me way down. It won't fucking happen. Not on my watch. I'm going to fuck this shit up like there's no tomorrow, because at this point there really isn't.
Because for all my planning, I don't fucking know what I'm going to do ten minutes from now, let alone tomorrow. So it's just not there. How zen.
And when things finally work out, I'm going to revel in it. I'm going to sit back and gloat. I'm going to laugh at you.

You know who you are.

Selah,
Ian

posted by Ian Quinn  : 6/24/2002 03:17:00 PM