so i've been forcing myself to see the bright side of life and everything in it. i'm an optimist, i'm an optimist... really...
so now i, mr. logical/analytical will scrutinize and dissect my manic depressive thoughts and some trivial happenings of my life while ripping off one of my favorite childhood books:
Unfortunately i remain mostly convinced that most of life is without meaning; Fortunately i realized that at least one thing -love- gives life meaning.
Fortunately i've been smoking much less; Unfortunately i've been drinking much more... i can't decide who i like more, lung or liver?
Fortunately i saw two rainbows the other day that ended in the same spot and stretched out like an "M" over the lake and it made for a great photo; Unfortunately i lost one set of my camera's rechargeable batteries and the other set were dead.
Unfortunately i about wanted to kill a person last week; Fortunately i'm a pacifist, i think; Fortunately his motorcycle was stolen the night of my murderous intentions; Unfortunately i got quite a satisfying and unsettling pleasure out of hearing about the theft and silently wished i'd have thought of it; Unfortunately i would still like to maim or disfigure him.
Unfortunately i wish at times that i'd never been born; Fortunately i haven't completely lost hold of hope.
Unfortunately i have been entirely un-creative for the last few months; Fortunately i picked up a paint brush the other day.
Fortunately i got a kitten; Unfortunately she's an evil, vindictive little wench who thinks and acts all on her own prerogative, has no respect for authority and has taken control of my apartment; Fortunately i like her that way and she's still cute as hell.
There, i'll end on a good note... or should i say 'manic' note?