I'd want friends that were honest about things. I'd want friends I could talk to about anything, and they'd listen, and not have to have a solution for everything.
The fact that most of the stuff in it isn't even mine, and I have to find a way to dispose of it all. That, and the usual annoyances of apartment living.
I've never personally felt unsafe, but there are a few unsavory elements in the area for sure. Given the fact that the police came knocking on my door this past weekend looking for one of them.
Not getting good sleep last night, getting out of bed with bad leg pain, coming to work and getting bitched at and accused of not doing my job properly ... yeah, I'm in rare form today. I'm about ready to go back home and stay there.
It's tough for me to get motivated, especially if it's something I have to do that I don't want to do. All I can do in that case is start slow, do a little bit, and just build it gradually until the thing is done.
With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue
Dissolve the nerves that have just begun
Listening to Marvin (all night long)
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound