Life is fucking amazing...

Fucked up enough at this point in my life, I've decided that drinking and smoking till I pass out, every night, is a reasonable option.

Escaping reality via substance. How wonderful it is.
 
that's weak, man.

whenever i feel stuck, depressed, or in a rut, I ask myself one question for motivation:

Has anything I've done lately made my life better?

Try it.
 
I saw something today about about the Virgin Airlines dude, Richard whatshisface. Anyway he was saying how he does all this crazy shit because he only lives once, might as well make the best of it.
I thought, "easy for you to say, rich bastard" and trudged off to my middle-class job
 
appreciate the smaller/simpler things in life. Getting off of work and enjoying a glass of beer/wine and a book. Or spending time with a significant other (assuming you enjoy the relationship).

Rolling with the punches is the best way to go and use each punch as a motivating force in your life.

I'm too poor to afford to leave the country, so the woman and I got a room for 2 nights down in San Diego (around the corner of Stone Brewery). So we'll spend some time on the beach and checking out Stone, Alesmith, and Port/Lost Abbey Breweries. Simple & cheap enough, but it'll be damn fun.
 
Whenever I hit a rut and start feeling sorry for myself, I try to think of how good I actually have it. I mean, who the fuck am I to complain about quality of life when, across the street from my office, is a medical facility that treats mentally retarded children.

I also try to ask myself if I had any control over what happened if it is a specific event that got me down. There is no point getting upset over things you can't control. Concentrate on what you can and work on being happy. It sounds ghey, but it works.