Saturday Feb 20, 2010

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Go ahead and start the youtube video below now while you read. It is the music only and therefore, you won't feel slighted in missing something visually stimulating. Who knows, you might find a new band that you really like.

Sobriety is a bitch. Just saying.

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Not really. Though I do notice a drop in activities with my friends when I do go on the wagon. I think some of this is due to the fact that they don't want to put me in situations where I would feel pressure to drink. Which leads me to my next question about them. Do they think that it is a bug struggle for me? And then, do they really know me and think that drinking defines, in part, who I am? Don't get me wrong, I don't discourage the town drunk image I put forth to them, but part of the fun in giving up the drink annually to hear people ask "How is it going?" or not wanting to go to bars in fear that I will be unable to resist the temptation for a nice tall glass of that wonderful dark liquid burst of irish stoutly love that almost gives me an erection to just to think abou....I digress.

In all actuality, I'm no different feeling now than when I do drink (outside of feeling better in the mornings.)



and now, a rant about my car...

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It's been a month since I crashed it. The insurance company isn't screwing me over but they aren't really doing their best to remedy the situation. I'd go into detail but one, it is hard enough to keep one's interest in reading blogs that don't have pics of boobs or lists of favorite movies/bands/ books to read on this site (for which I too am extremely guilty) and two, I've had to explain in detail to enough people already, making me completely tired of the whole situation. It sucks. It sounds like it is gonna be fixed. I have to wait to find out anything else.



Vacation is upon me. Moonbeam and I are heading down to L.A. to catch the Dirty Projectors play with the L.A. Philharmonic in the Disney Concert Hall.

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I am almost as excited about seeing the building as I am the band. That is, if they weren't so fucking cool.


I've posted about them before, so sorry if it is something you've heard me slobber about previously.

Back to the vacation. We're doing it kinda in a kinda "spur of the moment/ whatever we feel like doing at the time" thing. Plans kinda consist of:

- visiting different graves of celebrities we admire
-visiting the observatory from Rebel Without A Cause
-Visiting the Getty Museum
-Venice Beach
-Sleeping in and cuddling
-general naughtiness
and most importantly, visiting a friend that we seem to have this dually symbiotic relationship with. We, as a trio, seem to need each other in the warmest most sharing way. (Purely platonically but I won't throw the idea of anything more out) It'll be good to see her and I know she misses us.

I came across something the today. I promised I was going to read White Noise and after a brief nostalgic tryst with the recently departed Salinger, I've jumped right back into it. Anyhow, the quote in question goes something like this.

"May the days be aimless. May the seasons drift. Do not advance the action according to plan."

It is my new motto. It makes me want to drive North and stop at fields or forests that I find pretty and towns that might have some secret historical curiosity to discover (a habit I inherited from my mother) and sit and read and drink coffee and listen to Bach's French Suites and to look up old friends just to be able to say "Hi" and not try to make things happen but know, with time and due motivation, they will and the relief of knowing it is happening efficiently isn't worth the worry and stress it would take to expedite it.

All that from three sentences. Hmm. Like some total instant realization.

And then, for those of you interested, my sappy little tribute to someone who seems to have snuck their way in and dug themselves a nice little comforting and comfortable ditch in my life.

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I like how we can think the same things about people and how it is only judging them when we find it entertaining enough to.
I like how flirting elsewhere is entertained and not only tolerated but encouraged. And I find the responses given as justification that I did well and should find myself lucky.
I like hating our friends for their stupid inadequate thoughts and knowing that we both agree on how insane and self deluded they can be.
I like not going out. I love snuggling and having hours of "quiet, nonverbal, being in each other's presence is good enough, reading in bed on a Friday night" kinds of evenings.
I love that you can make sweats and jeans and tee shirts and no makeup look sexy but then can make lingerie and dresses and nights out absolutely irresistible.
I like that sex is an act of intimacy involving hands and mouths and rubbing and biting and not just a 30 second vaginal penetration (heck, it doesn't even have to include a thirty second vaginal penetration.)
I like to watch you work a room of people that want to know you intimately ,knowing that at the end of the night, you want to go home with me and we decide if any of them are invited.
I like that we can go out with friends and not worry about what the other is doing outside of wondering if our time out would be more fun with the other present.




There are a billion more. Some to be shared with only us (and not the 2-3 people that had the patience to go through and read the entire blog) and some that don't need to be said but just observed. I am happy. That pretty much sums it up.

Couldn't finish my blog without advertising/ spamming my Breast Cancer Walk. 39 miles through San Francisco in two days costing me at least $1600 (I'm hoping to raise it to at least $3000, cause I love tits that much) in donations. I've already received $50 from one of the most beautiful members of this site (thanks FK). To donate: go to www.avonwalk.org and hit the donate now button. After that, you only need to know that my full name is Aaron Baca and I am walking in the San Francisco 2010 walk. Anything helps from $5 on up. And if money isn't a thing you can part with now (I know your pain) encouraging words, blog mentions to your friends and pics of the beautiful things for which I am walking pm'd to me will be more than appreciated.

That wasn't to painful, was it? I'll do it again in future blogs so, if you donate or just don't ant to hear it, I apologize in advance.


I hope all is well with everyone.

Words for me and you: Keep reading, keep walking and remember, St. Pat's is only 25 days away.


VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
voss:
Missing you two. xo
ceallach13:
Does someone have an interesting St. Pat's story? You've peeked my curiosity.

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