It’s a struggle alright. I am so fucked up right now but it’s fine.
I know this story now, everything goes wrong, life messes you up and then when you finally come back at it twice as hard and totally breakthrough.
The incidence of the blown tyre was only to be the start of my trials. This office I got has not worked out for me and what else? My car playing up, yeah like, I blew the other tyre, my goddamn other server went down, they deactivated my account for naked ladies.
Stupid naked ladies, bloody grrr! How was I to know they ACTUALLY didn’t want none whatsoever naked ladies on their server, frickin, bluehost?
Bummer. I had to work out all this coding shit to save all my sites, big fat bummer, I’m still doing it. I’m like what next?
The Dojo INspectors album is still not done! I just, what the hell is going on, it’s got to be done before christmas or we may as well shoot ourselves. Hara kiri.
I gotta enough problems without having to try and get this creative stuff sorted, and I’m not taking my problems, my business back home that running my shit outta my room that’s not to be. That shit is over. I am a very sensitive flower when it comes to getting my shit done, but in this case I am gonna tough it out and sort myself out a more creative space to get my thing on.
I gotta do this Sharkweek remix I think it might be called “robospacejesus”, I’ve done it, it’s a kind of synthy groove heavy ambient vibe, kinda trip hop, I guess. I dunno, it’s a miracle I can write anything in this place.
It’s just freaky cats, and freaky cats making a racket the whole time like right now I can’t hear a thing and it’s all good, in fact I aint heard nothing for 45 minutes, what a treat, maybe thats why I’m actually writing, but yeah too many freaky dudes freaking out all up in my grizz, and the train is outside my damn window. It’s not that bad but it’s the cherry on top, freaky freaks and then train goes by every 2-3 times an hour.
I dunno.
This office is driving me crazy I’m moving my computer outta here at some point soon, too many damn freaks, I realised what it was, I can’t get on any kind of vibe to write a decent tune! sheesh, it’s nit gonna happen!
And that’s not cool, I gotta do, i gotta go to the place where my tunes can flow out, I know this now.
But my spendthrift ways have got me into trouble again, I just wanted to save a buck and boy did I luck out. I thought I’d be on a sweet ride while I looked to jump off at the next point, but I was too eager to take advantage of the situation.
Bro, yeah and then a big ass train comes by and a 2 in the morning I here a song called “Short haired rock’n roll” blaring out the courtyard.
But, yeah this is supposed to be sorted, not some bloody barnyard. If I’m not to be spending my money to get it sorted, what am I going to do?
I need a sweet place, and it’s going to cost money, I can no longer squirrel my nuts if I’m going to get my vibe on, I mean the one thing that isn’t going wrong is actual work but I don’t care about that, I’ve got enough money, it’s just this office sucks so
go figure.
I could go out an buy a nice car but I really can’t be bothered, it looks meaningless, it’s a joke, this too should bloody well pass. I mean, I will, but just y’know when I feel like it. I know it won’t make any difference to anything, that’s probably why I’ll do it. But not now while I’m going nutty and there’s work to do.
There’s work to do?
Yeah, this time I can’t be bothered being depressed, I’m too stressed out I can’t relax enough to get the time, I just wanna push through, I’m trying to stay positive because it’s just going to be more problems if I sit around fretting.
Yes, according to the universe I will not be interviewing secretaries and possible youtube presentation people who are nice young ladies.
Because there’s work to do, and that is the will of the universe.
