Somedays

It’s weird that some days I just want to write but it’s nothing inspirational or noble. It’s just my thoughts and my ramblings spilling out in a vomit soup that I claim as creativity. I lose my oilers sometimes and that’s all on me. I can’t manage time for the life of me. So here I am writing. Not what I should be writing. But writing this. Still writing none the less. Just not my thesis. God. Why my thesis. I can’t stand research writing. Let me just snowball, bullshit, paraphrase and borderline plagiarize my way though this. It’ll just end up a megabytes on a server and a win on my academic career. It’s a proof of self entitlement. Sooo just get it done right? Just buckle down and focus right? You’ll be better for it in the end. Maybe. Maybe they’re right. But deadlines cruise fast. And I was never one for managing my time. So I spend my days instead chipping away for a dollar, collapsing into inactivity while waiting for my lady. She’s alright though. She’s just far. Tougher than she knows. So yeah, she’s alright. So I guess I get it. Pull it together and get it done. Move forward. Selfishness can only carry on for so long. Writing. Not what I’m supposed to. But writing still.

-dw

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your greatest struggle right now?""I’m trying to work with a broken elbow. I do wrestling on the weekends, and during my last match I got thrown out of the ring by The Latin Lover— who’s actually my best friend. But he’s 6’2" and 290 lbs. I’m just a buck twenty five. He lifted me over his head and threw me clear over the ropes and I didn’t land very well. But even with a broken elbow, I got back into the ring and executed my finish move— I held onto his head and did a back flip off the ropes. But at the last moment he caught me and put me into a tombstone piledriver. But I got him back when the match was over, because I pretended to shake his hand, and my partner jumped him from behind. I do that kind of tricky stuff. Because I’m a bad guy.""What’s your wrestling name?""The Superstar of All Superstars."

humansofnewyork:

"What’s your greatest struggle right now?"
"I’m trying to work with a broken elbow. I do wrestling on the weekends, and during my last match I got thrown out of the ring by The Latin Lover— who’s actually my best friend. But he’s 6’2" and 290 lbs. I’m just a buck twenty five. He lifted me over his head and threw me clear over the ropes and I didn’t land very well. But even with a broken elbow, I got back into the ring and executed my finish move— I held onto his head and did a back flip off the ropes. But at the last moment he caught me and put me into a tombstone piledriver. But I got him back when the match was over, because I pretended to shake his hand, and my partner jumped him from behind. I do that kind of tricky stuff. Because I’m a bad guy."
"What’s your wrestling name?"
"The Superstar of All Superstars."

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