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I moved all day. Except for the 2 hours I talked politics and business w/the V+T (12pm, good show) injesting Malian ex-pat republican. Really interesting. Interesting to know a conservative-leaning African, but then I can understand how coming from nothing beyond the nothing that 99.9% of Americans know nothing about might make you very pro-business, very easy to excuse business w/o morality. We both see both sides. I was glad to invoke a Venn Diagram with regard to our conversation.

Then a burning blue streak of motion and terror, I moved and moved and moved. My life is uprooted and suddenly I'm 17 again, with my belongings tucked in storage, in a garage, in a basement. More work to do to go through it all. More work to catagorize my life so I can move forward, discard, organize and somehow in 1 month be free. I will.
I have no reason not to other than self destruction, of which for the time being, I'm a little bored. Re-creation seems hott to me. Reinvention seems sexy to me. Reeavaluation seems fucking godheaad orgasmic right now. Reorganization....shit I need a medic!!!

Thanks to you lovelies and you stand up gents who've been paying attention and offereing words, even if only to comment on a comment I make to you...I have a life outside of SG bigtime, but then after a year and change here, I have an SG outside of my life, so you get my drift.

Whenever I start to talk about the weather I always give pause, as if to laugh knowingly to you across the table from me, with glasses half full of something potentially debilitating..."We're talking about the weather, aren't we..."

Seriously this is what makes this area rock: we get weirdly timed, unseasonably warm winters. I wore a t-shirt all day and it wasn't just when I was a blue flame up and down the stairs...it was beautiful, yet we aren't robbed of our sunsets. They're a little pailer than our good dark fall ones, but the clouds are high in the sky, outlining the curvey atmosphere against the deepish blue. I snapped a few pictures going over Roosevelt Bridge, car full of shit, driving crazy.

So which path do you want?

If I told you you could spend a good part of the year going to exotic and not-exotic locales, drinking with minor and underground celebs/artists, being responsible 2 hours a day and and getting everything paid for that you need and having spending money for the things you want but the trade-off would be downtime @ home w/no money, no security and sometimes outright traumatic destitution...

or

If I told you you could have a decent job, doing something for which you're trained, working 40-60 hours a week, yet saving away for the 401k, 2-3 wks paid vacation per year, maybe some flex-time, and enough to buy a house in the area of your choosing, the trade-off being never being able to leave that scenario except during your alotted 2-3 weeks and on weekends...(oh yeah, I forgot healthcare), no spontanaety, no mayhem...

I'm already stuck on the trajectory of option 1...I just unloaded my life into a storage space and my parents' basement where I'll dismantle it all like accident investigators...I think once I hit $1500 in the clear I'm out of here. Iceland, $429 for the Aquarian party, 4 days. Blue Lagoon incl. Already have 3 possibly 4 to go.

Welcome to my life, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride!