Traveling would be awesome, and easy, IF when I arrived home from traveling, I wasn't also lonely. See the easy thing about being lonely on the road is that there is an easy explanation. Home... not so much. I'm Puzzled by what to do. Thinking about going "Unplugged" for a bit. Also Still pondering my "Social experiment". I know I'd get paid, but at what expense. Hmm.

New Position at work. 70% Travel... so that makes dating pretty fuckin hard. Oh well. Maybe I'll be able to meet some SG peeps while out and about on the road. New Ink. It's an Interrobang.



That's the Haps.

Big things are bound to change soon. Probably a move. Definitely some new ink in the near future. I reached a state of contentedness with being single. Loneliness is still a factor, but less so than the positive effects of being capable of being alone and finding positives in that.

Although this goes straight out the window if "The Dream Girl" shows up...

I don't update my blog often... nobody reads it anyways, or... nobody reads it because I don't update it. Whatever... chickens and eggs. I am at a point in my life where something HAS to change! I'm bored and dissatisfied with work, and I refuse to accept that job satisfaction is a minimal thing in life. I'm lonely and tired of trying to fix that.

I think that maybe I have underachieved intentionally my entire life so as not to feel alienated. This is a very sobering thought.

I wake up every day wishing to feel truly loved.

Dear Liver. I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. If you could quit trying to escape my body cavity, that'd be pretty awesome, and very understanding of you.

So, I'm fired. "Thanks for all the work, you're awesome, but your Fired. P.S. I'll write you a really great recommendation."

Damn, next stop, who knows... Maybe Arizona, Maybe Florida... No Clue Really. Thought I'd rant a little on here because I haven't told everyone yet, and because I don't think anyone is really paying attention on here. Kind of like yelling in the freezer at work... Comforting really.

Fuck.

Decided I'm going to start a partial sleeve on my left arm. Went and talked to an artist today we'll see what he's got.

That's about it for me.

Sometimes, I have found life's wisdom to be little hints and subtleties, I know I have missed a few of these before. Other times there is nothing subtle about the message. Today is one of the Latter.

Note to self: I AM NOT A DOCTOR!! I didn't go to school for that, and if iIm going to actually spend the time going to see one, I should probably pay attention to what they are saying... otherwise why bother!

So, last Tuesday morning tore(ripped/exploded) open my finger at work... 5 stitches to be left in for 7-10 days. Sounds simple enough. Monday night... "Hmm I'm bored, and it's been about 6 3/4 days, besides these are annoying!" Bye bye stitches. 30 seconds later... Wow my finger hasn't healed yet. Subtle note, I don't heal like a comic book hero.

Today, my normal laceration treatment of Super Glue is doing well, but not well enough. Now all of a sudden, going back to the doctor seems like a choice... Avoid getting yelled at, or make sure i'm not fucked.

This was a vent session/ post to myself to quit being so fucking independent sometimes...

All better... maybe now some ink.

arrgh.... so just when I figure out my pics and get them up, my profile clears out... hows that for my first blog.