It sticks around with you until the day you die

It is times like this that I am reminded of Oasis' Where Did It All Go Wrong.

Classic song.

There Is A Suicide Note In My Workbook

Don't ask me how it got there!

I'm being kept up at night with visions of my lonely, unspectacular death. Interesting, don't you think?

Oh well, in a way I guess we are all dying. What the hell is going on? Just stop! What the hell happened? I don't even know anymore.

This is my last refuge. Facebook and twitter have been overrun with friends and people I know.

I belong here. Where it began. Where it will end.

Gears turning. Tiny gears, always turning.

You start to think really strange thoughts at a time like this.

Not so much concerned with the bigger picture per se, but more so practicalities of what there is to do, and hope everyone else can have it all together.

There's a lot to take care of. I've accumulated a lot of stuff! I should get rid of most of it, it's a shame we live such consumer based lives.

It's so cold today, which is a big turn from yesterday, which was quite warm. Welcome to this town!

Who would have guessed that words uttered so nonchalantly from someone elses mouth would be so profound to me? Maybe it was calculated, the way it was delivered.

But it looks like it's sealed my fate, justification for all I was.

Talking about myself in the past tense? Bad grammar, Joaquin!

Enough for now. Take care of yourselves, Joaquin out.

A lot to say...

...but not right now.

Life at the dashboard

You can't live your life by experiencing it through the dashboard.

That being said, the new interface for blogger+ on iPhone is pretty damn sweet!

Just wasting time at the airport since my flight is delayed. I'll probably miss my meeting and end up wasting money. At least it's not my money, it's yours!

Ok let's review some posts. More to come later.

June already??

Oh my god!! Half the year gone by and I have had jack all to say! How pathetic. Well that's not the case. I've always had something to say. The problem these days is finding the time to explore my thoughts and to voice them on here.

The other introduced me to twitter, which I use semi regularly. I think the limit to 140 characters is what makes it so compelling and useful. Whereas here there are no constraints, there I can be as succinct and as mundane as I want to be with no worries. I wonder why that is?

This is going to be the worst year for the blog, and for that I am sorry. More for myself than for all of you.

Until next time, Joaquin out.