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Experimentation in Boredom, Vol. 1
I'm writing this journal update from my blackberry. I mention this for several reasons: first, to make you jealous that I do, in fact, have a blackberry. I am important, see. Mostly, I mention this because my typing proficiency on this is roughly 1/10th of what it is on a normal keyboard. I expect you all to not only acknowledge the herculean effort I am making here to keep you, the reader, entertained and informed, but also to reward it. Preferably with sandwiches, beer or breasts. Your choice.
Anyway, life is in a bit of flux for me right now. My job drags on interminably. I am at the point where today I wondered for a good three hours whether I had ever been this bored doing anything in my life, ever. I concluded I hadn't, and strangely enough that thought was comforting.
Meanwhile, my roommate recently told me he was moving out once he found a place, which could take days or months. Actually, as I write this, he just texted me to say he found one. (Thanks again, blackberry!) So yeah. I either need a new roommate or will be paying for the place by myself from now on. Joy.
Meanwhile MEANWHILE, I'm still having a hard time missing the ladyfriend and I don't know when she will get here. Its something we are doing our best to deal with, but its been more stressful than I think either of us anticipated. Not unbearable, just tough.
In short, I'm tired. Tired of waiting for things to "work out". For that next stage of things to happen. For me to get on with my life as I want to live it. At the same time, I'm mature enough to know that life is a long series of these transitory periods. They'll never really end until they end.
So that's kind of it. Things are fine, really. Just they are as they are.
Le sigh.
I'm writing this journal update from my blackberry. I mention this for several reasons: first, to make you jealous that I do, in fact, have a blackberry. I am important, see. Mostly, I mention this because my typing proficiency on this is roughly 1/10th of what it is on a normal keyboard. I expect you all to not only acknowledge the herculean effort I am making here to keep you, the reader, entertained and informed, but also to reward it. Preferably with sandwiches, beer or breasts. Your choice.
Anyway, life is in a bit of flux for me right now. My job drags on interminably. I am at the point where today I wondered for a good three hours whether I had ever been this bored doing anything in my life, ever. I concluded I hadn't, and strangely enough that thought was comforting.
Meanwhile, my roommate recently told me he was moving out once he found a place, which could take days or months. Actually, as I write this, he just texted me to say he found one. (Thanks again, blackberry!) So yeah. I either need a new roommate or will be paying for the place by myself from now on. Joy.
Meanwhile MEANWHILE, I'm still having a hard time missing the ladyfriend and I don't know when she will get here. Its something we are doing our best to deal with, but its been more stressful than I think either of us anticipated. Not unbearable, just tough.
In short, I'm tired. Tired of waiting for things to "work out". For that next stage of things to happen. For me to get on with my life as I want to live it. At the same time, I'm mature enough to know that life is a long series of these transitory periods. They'll never really end until they end.
So that's kind of it. Things are fine, really. Just they are as they are.
Le sigh.
It should be pointed out...
...that last Saturday, May 3rd 2008, was unquestionably, absolutely and undoubtedly one of the best days of my life. It was one of those Pantheon days that one never forgets.
Those of you who were a part of it know why. No need to elaborate. So I won't.
Regardless, that day deserves... nay demands, memorialization.
So here it is.
...that last Saturday, May 3rd 2008, was unquestionably, absolutely and undoubtedly one of the best days of my life. It was one of those Pantheon days that one never forgets.
Those of you who were a part of it know why. No need to elaborate. So I won't.
Regardless, that day deserves... nay demands, memorialization.
So here it is.
OK. I gotta update for real now.
First off, sincere thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. I turned 31, which seems really fucking old to me. Of course, my dad sent me an email that day that said "Happy 32nd Birthday, my son" in the subject line. He's an accountant. I'm not making this up.
Anyhoo, I had a great, great birthday. Necia got me the MLB.tv package [FN 1]. My dad got me a free ticket to Utah, the erstwhile Wolk got me a martini recipe book (my appletinis are better, for the record), and my mom got me... nothing. But I never liked her anyway, so screw her[FN 2].
Necia came out last Thursday then took me out for dinner. Then on Friday night she and I joined BellJar, Thistle, Anja and finkelstien out at Ye Olde Strip Establishment. Boobs were seen. Lap dances were had. Drinks were drunk. Necia and BellJar, like... did each other on stage[FN 3]. It was pretty awesome.
Then we had a nice family weekend after that. I appreciated that. It was serene in a way. I'm old now, so I can appreciate quiet weekends in a way I could not 5 days ago. It's that maturity that naturally comes to someone when they officially enter their "early 30s". If you're not there yet, you wouldn't understand [FN 4].
Beyond that, I have the following random factoids/blurbs that you should take note of in the near-to-nearish future:
1) Not only is Necia going to be BACK in town this weekend, but Margot_Dent will be making her triumphant return to the Baghdad By The Bay. In other words, I will essentially be swimming in mimosas and laughter with two of my favoritest ladies around for about 72 hours straight [FN 5]. My liver hurts as my heart sings already.
2) Moreover, my super awesome band will be playing its last show with this lineup this Saturday night, May 3rd. It will be at the Peacock Lounge, it will be free, there will be booze, and if you're on my friends list, in the greater Bay Area and DON'T come you are officially Dead To Me[FN 6].
3) Do you ever to yourself, "Man, I wonder what banal nonsense Subrosa is thinking about at any and all hours of the day"? If so, I not only feel sorry for you, but I have a cure for what ails you! My Twitter Page! I have no idea how often I'll use it, but Alyk told me I had to and I always do what she says. So that's that.
4) Four is my lucky number. What's yours? [FN 7]
5) If I have not already told you about my new-ish group Yuppie Scum, then you probably do not qualify for entry. If you feel I have made an error in neglecting to invite you, please feel free to follow the directions and apply. No promises, though. You'll be thoroughly vetted by the group. That's just how it is.
6) That's all. I probably won't update again for like a month and a half. Sorry about that. Really.
Tootles.
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[FN 1] It was only fair considering how much "package" I've given her over the past two years ifyaknowwhaddimean. Awww yeah.
[FN 2] Seriously though, Mom. Doubleyooteeeff?
[FN 3] Not really. [FN 8]
[FN 4] I will likely be this insufferable from now on. Deal with it or move on, junior.
[FN 5] Envy me, dammit. ENVY ME!!!
[FN 6] I'm probably not kidding here.
[FN 7] Can you tell I'm hurting for shit to talk about? I've got nothing other than "Go Red Wings", "Go Giants" and "Go Pistons And Stop Sucking You Lazy Fucks."
[FN 8] FOR REAL, though. They did!!! It was super hot. [FN 3]
First off, sincere thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. I turned 31, which seems really fucking old to me. Of course, my dad sent me an email that day that said "Happy 32nd Birthday, my son" in the subject line. He's an accountant. I'm not making this up.
Anyhoo, I had a great, great birthday. Necia got me the MLB.tv package [FN 1]. My dad got me a free ticket to Utah, the erstwhile Wolk got me a martini recipe book (my appletinis are better, for the record), and my mom got me... nothing. But I never liked her anyway, so screw her[FN 2].
Necia came out last Thursday then took me out for dinner. Then on Friday night she and I joined BellJar, Thistle, Anja and finkelstien out at Ye Olde Strip Establishment. Boobs were seen. Lap dances were had. Drinks were drunk. Necia and BellJar, like... did each other on stage[FN 3]. It was pretty awesome.
Then we had a nice family weekend after that. I appreciated that. It was serene in a way. I'm old now, so I can appreciate quiet weekends in a way I could not 5 days ago. It's that maturity that naturally comes to someone when they officially enter their "early 30s". If you're not there yet, you wouldn't understand [FN 4].
Beyond that, I have the following random factoids/blurbs that you should take note of in the near-to-nearish future:
1) Not only is Necia going to be BACK in town this weekend, but Margot_Dent will be making her triumphant return to the Baghdad By The Bay. In other words, I will essentially be swimming in mimosas and laughter with two of my favoritest ladies around for about 72 hours straight [FN 5]. My liver hurts as my heart sings already.
2) Moreover, my super awesome band will be playing its last show with this lineup this Saturday night, May 3rd. It will be at the Peacock Lounge, it will be free, there will be booze, and if you're on my friends list, in the greater Bay Area and DON'T come you are officially Dead To Me[FN 6].
3) Do you ever to yourself, "Man, I wonder what banal nonsense Subrosa is thinking about at any and all hours of the day"? If so, I not only feel sorry for you, but I have a cure for what ails you! My Twitter Page! I have no idea how often I'll use it, but Alyk told me I had to and I always do what she says. So that's that.
4) Four is my lucky number. What's yours? [FN 7]
5) If I have not already told you about my new-ish group Yuppie Scum, then you probably do not qualify for entry. If you feel I have made an error in neglecting to invite you, please feel free to follow the directions and apply. No promises, though. You'll be thoroughly vetted by the group. That's just how it is.
6) That's all. I probably won't update again for like a month and a half. Sorry about that. Really.
Tootles.
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[FN 1] It was only fair considering how much "package" I've given her over the past two years ifyaknowwhaddimean. Awww yeah.
[FN 2] Seriously though, Mom. Doubleyooteeeff?
[FN 3] Not really. [FN 8]
[FN 4] I will likely be this insufferable from now on. Deal with it or move on, junior.
[FN 5] Envy me, dammit. ENVY ME!!!
[FN 6] I'm probably not kidding here.
[FN 7] Can you tell I'm hurting for shit to talk about? I've got nothing other than "Go Red Wings", "Go Giants" and "Go Pistons And Stop Sucking You Lazy Fucks."
[FN 8] FOR REAL, though. They did!!! It was super hot. [FN 3]
Dear Angel Moroni,
Before you decide, in your infinite Golden Plate-burying-and-then-finding wisdom, to shuffle me off this mortal coil, I have but one humble request. All other requests I've ever made should be considered null and void should you see it fit to grant this one:
Before you decide, in your infinite Golden Plate-burying-and-then-finding wisdom, to shuffle me off this mortal coil, I have but one humble request. All other requests I've ever made should be considered null and void should you see it fit to grant this one:
JULY 2008
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