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so last night I saw Pearl Jam. Let me tell you: so unbelievably worth it. Just amazing. McCready was really on. It was weird, being there, seeing them again, with Eddie Vedder no longer a spring chicken, and lighters in the crowd replaced by cell phones. Made me feel old, but in it was nice at times. Then I went home and went to sleep and woke up around 5:30 at which point I run upstairs to the toilet for some liquid laughter. Don't know if it was the weird flu I've been fighting off, or the burgers we cooked in the dark while waiting for the crowds to leave. We weren't sure if they were ready.......
That's all for now. Did you miss me?
That's all for now. Did you miss me?
So last weekend was my first time in Florida ever. I was in Miami Beach for my brother's bachelor party. My hotel had it's own frickin jungle. It was beyond tight.
Highlight: my brother getting fed drinks til he wore this:
If only you could really make out the belt that was built into with a little "S" buckle.
While doing his own personal tour around the pool after putting it on, he walked up to this man,
or anthony michael hall, star of the current tv series Dead Zone and several 80's classics, put his hand on his shoulder, and amid Mr. Hall's loud guffaws, said "Sir, I loved you in Weird Science." See me and my brother used to live in this house with no tv stations but a single VCR player and only Weird Science, Brewster's Millions, and Harold and Maude to watch. Mr. Hall complimented my brother on his choice of swimwear. And that is the only story I will share.
I miss the beach. A lot.
Then I came back to Boston. To reality. Only took me a few days to get hives. My first time with hives. Hazah! It's a week of firsts. I feel somewhat empty. I can only hope May will will bring enough mirth to fill me back up.
I want to be rich. I am getting addicted quickly to money. My transition to middle class is confusing. I now have basic cable, a microwave, an mp3 player, a laptop, and am dating a brilliant painter. This would have been considered beyond excess to me in the not-so-distant past. But now I want more, to go back to Miami, and to go to that Cyndy Lauper/Tegan and Sara/Regina Spektor/Joan Jett/etc. concert. I want to by my lady everything she wants. I want I want to not worry about money. But if I had more money I'd probably just have to worry about more taxes or more tax forms or some shit.
So listen. As you can tell I haven't been blogging very much. I really don't know why that is. My creative juices of all kinds have been pretty much tapped for a few months. I don't get it. Hopefully the music/arts clinic that I've been doing every summer will refill it. Unfortunately I'm starting to come to the terms with the idea that I turned the corner on that stuff years ago and it's silly for me to keep trying to dabble. Seven years ago, sure, if I'd committed to it, I probably coulda done it. It's time I started getting used to the idea of being a muggle.
Tomorrow I'm going to check out the Marathon here in Boston. My new work chum says it's the reason he stayed in Boston after he moved her for a girl and she dumped him. I don't know why I stayed. Sure glad I did though. Still though, Boston's got her work cut out for her if she's wants to keep me around. Let's see what you got, bitch.
I will update soon hopefully with a picture of me and pooky.
Highlight: my brother getting fed drinks til he wore this:
If only you could really make out the belt that was built into with a little "S" buckle.
While doing his own personal tour around the pool after putting it on, he walked up to this man,
or anthony michael hall, star of the current tv series Dead Zone and several 80's classics, put his hand on his shoulder, and amid Mr. Hall's loud guffaws, said "Sir, I loved you in Weird Science." See me and my brother used to live in this house with no tv stations but a single VCR player and only Weird Science, Brewster's Millions, and Harold and Maude to watch. Mr. Hall complimented my brother on his choice of swimwear. And that is the only story I will share.
I miss the beach. A lot.
Then I came back to Boston. To reality. Only took me a few days to get hives. My first time with hives. Hazah! It's a week of firsts. I feel somewhat empty. I can only hope May will will bring enough mirth to fill me back up.
I want to be rich. I am getting addicted quickly to money. My transition to middle class is confusing. I now have basic cable, a microwave, an mp3 player, a laptop, and am dating a brilliant painter. This would have been considered beyond excess to me in the not-so-distant past. But now I want more, to go back to Miami, and to go to that Cyndy Lauper/Tegan and Sara/Regina Spektor/Joan Jett/etc. concert. I want to by my lady everything she wants. I want I want to not worry about money. But if I had more money I'd probably just have to worry about more taxes or more tax forms or some shit.
So listen. As you can tell I haven't been blogging very much. I really don't know why that is. My creative juices of all kinds have been pretty much tapped for a few months. I don't get it. Hopefully the music/arts clinic that I've been doing every summer will refill it. Unfortunately I'm starting to come to the terms with the idea that I turned the corner on that stuff years ago and it's silly for me to keep trying to dabble. Seven years ago, sure, if I'd committed to it, I probably coulda done it. It's time I started getting used to the idea of being a muggle.
Tomorrow I'm going to check out the Marathon here in Boston. My new work chum says it's the reason he stayed in Boston after he moved her for a girl and she dumped him. I don't know why I stayed. Sure glad I did though. Still though, Boston's got her work cut out for her if she's wants to keep me around. Let's see what you got, bitch.
I will update soon hopefully with a picture of me and pooky.
I have a case of PBR, Tron, and love, hope, patience, and prayers for a certain someone who is both very near and very far from me right now. And that's all I got tonight.
I've had less.
What do you have tonight?
I also have this now. It's in the corner of my room. Only cost 15 bucks. come hang out.
new toy. my version is the first guy.
It was that or my very own Zardoz, but he can be a serious mood killer
I've had less.
What do you have tonight?
I also have this now. It's in the corner of my room. Only cost 15 bucks. come hang out.
new toy. my version is the first guy.
It was that or my very own Zardoz, but he can be a serious mood killer
This post will not be exciting. It will not be long, nor witty, nor fill you with the essence that has been keeping you alive since you were lucky enough to stumble upon my blog and your eyes, all 3 of them, were opened for the very first time. It's simply to state this: I am lying in bed, naked, with my brand spankin new laptop i bought today, and a bowl of my favorite comfort food, bowl o' coronary (first you fry bacon, then you fry onions and potato slices in the grease. FUCK YES). I am on the fast track to the bourgeois. or, possibly, a fat lazy shit. either way, i haven't seen my boo for weeks, so yeah, uhhhh, me, my loneliness, my new computer, well, we'll figure something out. Just when you thought I couldn't get sexier...........
Also, I'd like to add, so far, I don't really like Boston women. They all seem to think I'm some fuckin creep. And i'm pretty sure i'm not. And yet every girl i talk to seems to give me the distinct impression that they think i'm simply talking to them cuz i want to fuck them. the women round here stare at the ground when they walk, and avoid eye contact. My boss told me that if i plan on having a conversation with girls in this city, I'd have to do all the work myself. I think he's right. I met one girl on the subway a few days ago who openly talked to me without me saying anything, and i was shocked. she explained soon that it was her first day in town. i kinda wish i had told her to get the fuck out of boston, instead of politely saying bye. because i don't think it takes long. people come here and seem to become trapped in their cliques for ALL OF TIME.
wasn't i not gonna rant? i'm not gonna rant. i just miss cities where women are bold and don't act like 19th century debutants who can't even vote. this place makes baltimore look like a 365 days a year Sadie Hawkins dance. so to boston women, i say, cheers. i come in peace.
oh yeah. and i work in a hospital now.
edited to add: since i have the internet now, let me wish you all a merry belated xmas, from me and the sunshine girls
Also, I'd like to add, so far, I don't really like Boston women. They all seem to think I'm some fuckin creep. And i'm pretty sure i'm not. And yet every girl i talk to seems to give me the distinct impression that they think i'm simply talking to them cuz i want to fuck them. the women round here stare at the ground when they walk, and avoid eye contact. My boss told me that if i plan on having a conversation with girls in this city, I'd have to do all the work myself. I think he's right. I met one girl on the subway a few days ago who openly talked to me without me saying anything, and i was shocked. she explained soon that it was her first day in town. i kinda wish i had told her to get the fuck out of boston, instead of politely saying bye. because i don't think it takes long. people come here and seem to become trapped in their cliques for ALL OF TIME.
wasn't i not gonna rant? i'm not gonna rant. i just miss cities where women are bold and don't act like 19th century debutants who can't even vote. this place makes baltimore look like a 365 days a year Sadie Hawkins dance. so to boston women, i say, cheers. i come in peace.
oh yeah. and i work in a hospital now.
edited to add: since i have the internet now, let me wish you all a merry belated xmas, from me and the sunshine girls
hey check it out! my picture is finally relevant! it kinda looks like i have a mask on! for halloween!
HAha. new post. i know i know. i'm sorry readers. i just wanted to wait til i had something relevant to add. then i was all like wait, those idiots eat up every word i spew! how selfish of me to be thinking interesting thoughts all day and not sharing them with you filthy plebians! i'm a man of the people.
like today, i was watching 28 weeks later, by myself, cuz my boo made me rent it but doesn't have the free time to watch it with me soz i'm watching it by myself so it's not a complete waste of money even though it's already like a week late cuz i'm a sucker like that, and i'm watching as this british cats are coming back home, and this announcer lady is telling the fancy british people (i swear it's like margaret thatcher and a beefeater on the train) that they shouldn't be alarmed about all the american soldiers, that they were hear to help them get all repatriated and for their safety and such and i thought of every british person i know, all of which play cricket, and i couldn't stop laughing because i thought oh gee, wouldn't they just love several hundred american soldiers "helping" them out. there's nothing that you pauncy lads love more than gunhappy americans, eh govna?
god i'm an asshole.
so yeah.
oh the beard's gone. yeah. it was sad. i have phantom beard syndrome. worse still, where my beard protected my skin like the crusaders protected christianity from commies, my skin is peeling and cracked and i look 90 in those spots. seriously. my upper lip has dandruff. sigh. and the job that i'm probably gonna end up with not only wouldn't have cared about it, they probably would've encouraged it, given me a grant to make it prettier i'm sure.
i miss my family and friend in baltimore. especially my nephew, the cutest wittle jedi ever. go back one entry if you want him to scanner you. it's lonely here in boston. i don't really have friends yet, though that's not entirely their fault, they being the fuckers that should be lining up in the streets to by my friends, but still. and things with the girl, well, i'm glad that we're "seeing" each other, but somedays, it's hard being so madly in love with someone that wishes you were, well, easier. i don't blame her. most of the time. so yeah, all you romantics, optimists, alchemists, poets, dreamers, drummers with aspirations of being the lead singer getting hit by a school bus so you can take over like phil collins totally did cuz there's no way that your lead singer could be peter gabriel, i mean c'mon, sledgehammer, i wanna be, sledgehammer, all you people out there that dare to dare, wish your next wish upon a star that this woman falls back in love with me. and then on your next wish, correct yourself and add "madly" or "for quite a long period of time, but not forever, cuz that sounds kinda creepy."
thanks guys. you've been great.
GO SOX!
edited to add: speaking of 28 weeks later:
HAha. new post. i know i know. i'm sorry readers. i just wanted to wait til i had something relevant to add. then i was all like wait, those idiots eat up every word i spew! how selfish of me to be thinking interesting thoughts all day and not sharing them with you filthy plebians! i'm a man of the people.
like today, i was watching 28 weeks later, by myself, cuz my boo made me rent it but doesn't have the free time to watch it with me soz i'm watching it by myself so it's not a complete waste of money even though it's already like a week late cuz i'm a sucker like that, and i'm watching as this british cats are coming back home, and this announcer lady is telling the fancy british people (i swear it's like margaret thatcher and a beefeater on the train) that they shouldn't be alarmed about all the american soldiers, that they were hear to help them get all repatriated and for their safety and such and i thought of every british person i know, all of which play cricket, and i couldn't stop laughing because i thought oh gee, wouldn't they just love several hundred american soldiers "helping" them out. there's nothing that you pauncy lads love more than gunhappy americans, eh govna?
god i'm an asshole.
so yeah.
oh the beard's gone. yeah. it was sad. i have phantom beard syndrome. worse still, where my beard protected my skin like the crusaders protected christianity from commies, my skin is peeling and cracked and i look 90 in those spots. seriously. my upper lip has dandruff. sigh. and the job that i'm probably gonna end up with not only wouldn't have cared about it, they probably would've encouraged it, given me a grant to make it prettier i'm sure.
i miss my family and friend in baltimore. especially my nephew, the cutest wittle jedi ever. go back one entry if you want him to scanner you. it's lonely here in boston. i don't really have friends yet, though that's not entirely their fault, they being the fuckers that should be lining up in the streets to by my friends, but still. and things with the girl, well, i'm glad that we're "seeing" each other, but somedays, it's hard being so madly in love with someone that wishes you were, well, easier. i don't blame her. most of the time. so yeah, all you romantics, optimists, alchemists, poets, dreamers, drummers with aspirations of being the lead singer getting hit by a school bus so you can take over like phil collins totally did cuz there's no way that your lead singer could be peter gabriel, i mean c'mon, sledgehammer, i wanna be, sledgehammer, all you people out there that dare to dare, wish your next wish upon a star that this woman falls back in love with me. and then on your next wish, correct yourself and add "madly" or "for quite a long period of time, but not forever, cuz that sounds kinda creepy."
thanks guys. you've been great.
GO SOX!
edited to add: speaking of 28 weeks later:
Hi. how are you? what's that? you want a recently updated pictures of me? sure thing loyal readers. this one is on me. cuz i know you don't come here for the pictures. you come for the words. the words that inspire. the words that give you wings. the words that make the songs that make the whole world sing. oh look! I faux-rhymed! see? oh look again! i'm comical in picture form!
I know i know. you didn't come her for the silliness. that was unfair of me. this isn't some chris farley jaunt thru the woods. this is serious stuff! so here's me being serious. in picture form. on a side note, i'd like to add that my thought process has recently broken down walls and is soaring to new heights thanks largely to the edition of facial hair. some of you may understand. thinking, while stroking my mustache, then coming down and tracing the shape of a van dike (all the while pretending i have connectors) has truly revolutionized my brain activity. Loyal readers, I have reached the Beard Age. After the Bronze Age, The Industrial Age, The Post-911 Age, the Post-I-dated-the-prettiest-sg-and-you-didn't Age, comes the Beard Age. So wait for it. "Nothing happens, nothing happens, then suddenly, quick as wink, and slick as a mink's prick, Time thrusts through the time of no-Time." and that, bobby p, is exactly what happens when you're workin with this:
moving along. So that place i thought i totally had, not so much. so i had to go back up, but that's ok, cuz i was gonna put it off but the lady, well, she missed me. called me up and was like "hey cmere boy" and i was all like "k" so i did and it was awesome. we did lots of cuddling and some other stuff too, which i forget can be difficult in an inflatable bed with a slow leak. and hers is like 3 feet of the ground, so that's like 6 inches of sag, so yeah, even the spooning was a lil awkward. but it was fucking crantastic sharing a bad with her and the kissing oh the kissing and all the other nubbin that occurred. sigh. readers, being in love, is fun again. soz in between the cuddling and the kissing and the other stuff and the cooking together and the cooking for her and the her cooking for me and occasional sprinting and the yoga and the smiles and stares and swoons and the watching of not only Music and Lyrics, a romantic comedy that actually gets a MAN THUMBS KINDA UP IT REALLY WAS ACTUALLY KINDA GOOD BUT DON'T THINK I'M SOME KINDA GAY OR NOTHIN, I GOT LAID AFTER I WATCHED IT HEEEEEEEEEEY! (think of your friendly neighborhood pretty frat boy mixed with The Fonz while reading that in your head, it helps, trust me) as well as Halloweentown(for $5.50 at participating Targets you get halloweentown 1 AND 2), which we accompanied with the consumption of Halloween candy, specifically the mini cup o' reese (good man, that reese. fathered john connor and created the finest candy around), i actually spent most of my time in boston galavanting about, looking for another apartment. readers, i think i found a great place. but i'm not gonna jinx it. specially cuz now it looks like the loan my brother was gonna give me that was gonna allow me to move, well, may no longer be coming. if that happens, i'll be up a creek. and dawson ain't on this creek. just poop. on that note, anyone wanna by a guitar? baltimore craig's list. by the way did you know that if you type in craiglist.com, like without the s, it takes you to porn? yeah my boss got really pissed at me at my old job cuz he thought i was lookin at porn. i was, i guess, if you count this site, but i was careful about covering my tracks (thank you delete browsing history option of ease!)
so my lady, you remember her, girlysound? go back one blogging for a picture of her laying on my back while playing some star wars. soz anyway, you can do her two favors.
1. buy her an account already you stingy fuckers! jesus. it's just like 24 bucks. that's nothing. i'm selling used empty cd jewel cases on craig's list. that's how broke i am. are you that broke? no! do you own the computer you're using right now? i don't! i don't own one! help us out!
2. as she is awesome and a grad school painter these days, she is in need of your help for supplies. sure, if you've got oil paint or an easel lying around, send that. but really what she's looking for right now is fabric, wallpaper, pictures, paper, ya know, thin stuff. pm me if you'd like to contribute, we shall work somethin out. she says she'd even paint a little picture for ya if you helped enough. so look around, and think about it. help out a starving artist. seriously. the girl don't eat unless i feed her. it's sad.
so seriously, help her out. or my jedi nephew will fuck you up
watch out. that tickle in the back of your throat is the force choke comin
I know i know. you didn't come her for the silliness. that was unfair of me. this isn't some chris farley jaunt thru the woods. this is serious stuff! so here's me being serious. in picture form. on a side note, i'd like to add that my thought process has recently broken down walls and is soaring to new heights thanks largely to the edition of facial hair. some of you may understand. thinking, while stroking my mustache, then coming down and tracing the shape of a van dike (all the while pretending i have connectors) has truly revolutionized my brain activity. Loyal readers, I have reached the Beard Age. After the Bronze Age, The Industrial Age, The Post-911 Age, the Post-I-dated-the-prettiest-sg-and-you-didn't Age, comes the Beard Age. So wait for it. "Nothing happens, nothing happens, then suddenly, quick as wink, and slick as a mink's prick, Time thrusts through the time of no-Time." and that, bobby p, is exactly what happens when you're workin with this:
moving along. So that place i thought i totally had, not so much. so i had to go back up, but that's ok, cuz i was gonna put it off but the lady, well, she missed me. called me up and was like "hey cmere boy" and i was all like "k" so i did and it was awesome. we did lots of cuddling and some other stuff too, which i forget can be difficult in an inflatable bed with a slow leak. and hers is like 3 feet of the ground, so that's like 6 inches of sag, so yeah, even the spooning was a lil awkward. but it was fucking crantastic sharing a bad with her and the kissing oh the kissing and all the other nubbin that occurred. sigh. readers, being in love, is fun again. soz in between the cuddling and the kissing and the other stuff and the cooking together and the cooking for her and the her cooking for me and occasional sprinting and the yoga and the smiles and stares and swoons and the watching of not only Music and Lyrics, a romantic comedy that actually gets a MAN THUMBS KINDA UP IT REALLY WAS ACTUALLY KINDA GOOD BUT DON'T THINK I'M SOME KINDA GAY OR NOTHIN, I GOT LAID AFTER I WATCHED IT HEEEEEEEEEEY! (think of your friendly neighborhood pretty frat boy mixed with The Fonz while reading that in your head, it helps, trust me) as well as Halloweentown(for $5.50 at participating Targets you get halloweentown 1 AND 2), which we accompanied with the consumption of Halloween candy, specifically the mini cup o' reese (good man, that reese. fathered john connor and created the finest candy around), i actually spent most of my time in boston galavanting about, looking for another apartment. readers, i think i found a great place. but i'm not gonna jinx it. specially cuz now it looks like the loan my brother was gonna give me that was gonna allow me to move, well, may no longer be coming. if that happens, i'll be up a creek. and dawson ain't on this creek. just poop. on that note, anyone wanna by a guitar? baltimore craig's list. by the way did you know that if you type in craiglist.com, like without the s, it takes you to porn? yeah my boss got really pissed at me at my old job cuz he thought i was lookin at porn. i was, i guess, if you count this site, but i was careful about covering my tracks (thank you delete browsing history option of ease!)
so my lady, you remember her, girlysound? go back one blogging for a picture of her laying on my back while playing some star wars. soz anyway, you can do her two favors.
1. buy her an account already you stingy fuckers! jesus. it's just like 24 bucks. that's nothing. i'm selling used empty cd jewel cases on craig's list. that's how broke i am. are you that broke? no! do you own the computer you're using right now? i don't! i don't own one! help us out!
2. as she is awesome and a grad school painter these days, she is in need of your help for supplies. sure, if you've got oil paint or an easel lying around, send that. but really what she's looking for right now is fabric, wallpaper, pictures, paper, ya know, thin stuff. pm me if you'd like to contribute, we shall work somethin out. she says she'd even paint a little picture for ya if you helped enough. so look around, and think about it. help out a starving artist. seriously. the girl don't eat unless i feed her. it's sad.
so seriously, help her out. or my jedi nephew will fuck you up
watch out. that tickle in the back of your throat is the force choke comin
so right now this is kinda how i feel, except, i guess, in a really good way, instead of a platoon-y way
I checked out one final place in boston, and if i get, hoooooo mama. perfect. my room would be a lil small, but the location's great (awesome neighborhood, and close to you know who), the roomies are great, and it's by far the cheapest. also i got to hang out with the girlysound formerly known as my girlfriend, and that's why i'm so happy. it went really well. really, really well. i even got to kiss and spoon. FUCK YEAH. i think we might really have a shot at making this work. so fucking yeah! i actually did a cartwheel in the street when i was leaving her place to get us breakfast. also, after a night of drinking in boston, my accent is coming back. baaaad.
So, keep me in your thoughts, loyal readers. pray that i get the apartment i want, wish that i don't screw up this relationship again, and let me know whether you think i'd make a better teacher, counselor, or paramedic, (or massage therapist, which is you know who's new idea cuz I GOT TO MASSAGE HER SWEET SWEET GAMS MOTHAFUCKAS!), or gimme advice if you do any of those for a living. i'm open to suggestions at this point. also, i will beg again. if you believe in love, then please donate to the Keeping halfjack In Touch With Girlysound fund and by her one of those little 20 dollar accounts. i don't even have 20 dollars to my name, and somehow i gotta get $1,500 to get this apartment. oh, so there's another thing. any ideas on how to make money legally, quickly, when you're a boy? i got like 2 weeks to get it.
so this is an old picture, but seriously, loyal readers. idn't she purty?
yeah. yeah. she's the shit. i just hit post but i didn't mean to cuz i wanted to add this: i am so lucky. so lucky. right now everything's comin up milhouse and i'm lovin it. and it's rare that it's like this. i mean, technically i don't have anything. i don't have a job, i'm not in school, if you asked her, she probably wouldn't call me her boyfriend, i have 14 dollars to my name, but i really think that come spring all of this may have changed. so fuckin yeah, and shit. oh, and i'm reading a lot right now. i just flew thru a couple gabriel garcia marquez novellas (memories of my melancholy whores was amazing) and now i'm working on some books my sister gave me. i just finished the boy in the striped pajamas, and now i'm on five finger discount. reading can be fun! and i'm gettin back in shape, kinda, so yeah. i'm thinkin positive right now. and i didn't even need to read The Secret! which i hate! not the fact that i haven't read it, the book itself! ha!
also, seriously, god bless the chinatown bus system.
before the week is out loyal readers, i have an assignment for you. either:
1. hug someone that looks like they would punch you if you did
2. fall in love. all over again, if you're lucky enough to be there already
3. call out a bully
4. spontaneously combust, with flare
I checked out one final place in boston, and if i get, hoooooo mama. perfect. my room would be a lil small, but the location's great (awesome neighborhood, and close to you know who), the roomies are great, and it's by far the cheapest. also i got to hang out with the girlysound formerly known as my girlfriend, and that's why i'm so happy. it went really well. really, really well. i even got to kiss and spoon. FUCK YEAH. i think we might really have a shot at making this work. so fucking yeah! i actually did a cartwheel in the street when i was leaving her place to get us breakfast. also, after a night of drinking in boston, my accent is coming back. baaaad.
So, keep me in your thoughts, loyal readers. pray that i get the apartment i want, wish that i don't screw up this relationship again, and let me know whether you think i'd make a better teacher, counselor, or paramedic, (or massage therapist, which is you know who's new idea cuz I GOT TO MASSAGE HER SWEET SWEET GAMS MOTHAFUCKAS!), or gimme advice if you do any of those for a living. i'm open to suggestions at this point. also, i will beg again. if you believe in love, then please donate to the Keeping halfjack In Touch With Girlysound fund and by her one of those little 20 dollar accounts. i don't even have 20 dollars to my name, and somehow i gotta get $1,500 to get this apartment. oh, so there's another thing. any ideas on how to make money legally, quickly, when you're a boy? i got like 2 weeks to get it.
so this is an old picture, but seriously, loyal readers. idn't she purty?
yeah. yeah. she's the shit. i just hit post but i didn't mean to cuz i wanted to add this: i am so lucky. so lucky. right now everything's comin up milhouse and i'm lovin it. and it's rare that it's like this. i mean, technically i don't have anything. i don't have a job, i'm not in school, if you asked her, she probably wouldn't call me her boyfriend, i have 14 dollars to my name, but i really think that come spring all of this may have changed. so fuckin yeah, and shit. oh, and i'm reading a lot right now. i just flew thru a couple gabriel garcia marquez novellas (memories of my melancholy whores was amazing) and now i'm working on some books my sister gave me. i just finished the boy in the striped pajamas, and now i'm on five finger discount. reading can be fun! and i'm gettin back in shape, kinda, so yeah. i'm thinkin positive right now. and i didn't even need to read The Secret! which i hate! not the fact that i haven't read it, the book itself! ha!
also, seriously, god bless the chinatown bus system.
before the week is out loyal readers, i have an assignment for you. either:
1. hug someone that looks like they would punch you if you did
2. fall in love. all over again, if you're lucky enough to be there already
3. call out a bully
4. spontaneously combust, with flare
i'll make this short cuz i've got better things to do on the internet but here goes.
so plans have kinda changed, but i'm still moving to boston. not with the living situation i had planned, but hey, what's a plan anyway? so right now i'm usurping my sister's internet trying desperetely to find a place to live in boston that's near my old lady and convenient for travel to both work and school. neither of which i officially am a part of. like i said, what's a plan anyway? my plan, haha, is to move to boston in october after my friend's wedding and my nephew's baptism. it's hard finding a place that starts rent in october. then it's either plan a: work days for verizon, who will pay for my school at night
or plan b: take out loans, go to school like i guess a normal person, and maybe bartend or some such at night.
For three years I worked full time and went to school part time. I just want it done with so i can get on with whatever comes next. so right now is busy busy busy. pray for mojo.
also i miss girlysound like a cock misses pants once it's been taken out to pee and it's not used to that cold air so you get that shiver if it's at all cold wherever you're peeing and sometimes it makes ya spill a bit.
so plans have kinda changed, but i'm still moving to boston. not with the living situation i had planned, but hey, what's a plan anyway? so right now i'm usurping my sister's internet trying desperetely to find a place to live in boston that's near my old lady and convenient for travel to both work and school. neither of which i officially am a part of. like i said, what's a plan anyway? my plan, haha, is to move to boston in october after my friend's wedding and my nephew's baptism. it's hard finding a place that starts rent in october. then it's either plan a: work days for verizon, who will pay for my school at night
or plan b: take out loans, go to school like i guess a normal person, and maybe bartend or some such at night.
For three years I worked full time and went to school part time. I just want it done with so i can get on with whatever comes next. so right now is busy busy busy. pray for mojo.
also i miss girlysound like a cock misses pants once it's been taken out to pee and it's not used to that cold air so you get that shiver if it's at all cold wherever you're peeing and sometimes it makes ya spill a bit.
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