Well, well, well. How I've missed you Suicide Girls. So much has happened within the last few months.
I moved out of my parents house, into one of my own. My pops and I signed for a homeowner loan and little old me, is paying mortgage payments instead of rent. Its a little surreal still. Paying bills is something I'm not sure I was fully prepared for. But it gives me such a sense of accomplishment. So stoked to live in this little bungalow.
And now I have cable and internet, so hopefully I won't be a stranger here anymore.
I started dating my best friend around the same time. I feel like its been an emotional bomb with all thats happened between us already. He's helped me grow so much in the last year and words cannot do how we feel justice. Some pretty devastating things have occurred early in the relationship and as of a few weeks ago, we've gotten through it all. He means the world to me. I've never been in love with a person who was my friend first. I'm still getting used to it all. But its beyond remarkable. He's my dude.
I've been doing some drugs lately, all in good fun. Ate mushrooms for the second time two weeks ago with some wonderful people. It was life-changing, as it is every time. I feel so much more comfortable with my life. It really brings a sense of self to me, lets me wander around within. It's pretty crazy. I feel so lucky to be apart of everything I'm apart of. To know the people I know and to let them touch me in ways I never knew were possible. It was very moving. I'm much more connected to my friends, my soulmates. Living in this city my whole life, I've met and befriended many people. And because I'm an honest and loving person, I give everyone I meet the benefit of the doubt. And unfortunately, no connections are made. I can't relate to anyone outside of my circle. And I try. And I am not unwilling to meet and talk to people. But everyone seems so dull and uninteresting. I just want some substance people! Is that so hard? I guess so.
Regardless, I love my circle with all of my heart and am so thankful for them. (I'm feeling rather touchy feely tonight). It's really given me hope for the world. Of which I'm still so overwhelmed by.
I need to back to school. But money and location are making it difficult to figure out what I want to do. I finally decided on a major. English! I need to start writing and reading more. Reading "On the Road" by Kerouac right now. Diggin' it. I've been particularly interested in the beat generation lately (perhaps from my mind altering night). Went to the library and got books on beat poetry, interviews with William H. Burroughs, etc. Stoked.
Been jammin' the new White Stripes and Hives records. Pretty bold. Into it. Getting tattooed twice in the next two weeks, finally. I may or may not try and apprentice at the local shop as the piercer was fired. Not really sure how I would feel about doing that to people, however. Eesh.
This seems kinda boring, man. Maybe tomorrow I'll think of something funny.
Meanwhile, vanity shot!
Love to all.
I moved out of my parents house, into one of my own. My pops and I signed for a homeowner loan and little old me, is paying mortgage payments instead of rent. Its a little surreal still. Paying bills is something I'm not sure I was fully prepared for. But it gives me such a sense of accomplishment. So stoked to live in this little bungalow.
And now I have cable and internet, so hopefully I won't be a stranger here anymore.
I started dating my best friend around the same time. I feel like its been an emotional bomb with all thats happened between us already. He's helped me grow so much in the last year and words cannot do how we feel justice. Some pretty devastating things have occurred early in the relationship and as of a few weeks ago, we've gotten through it all. He means the world to me. I've never been in love with a person who was my friend first. I'm still getting used to it all. But its beyond remarkable. He's my dude.
I've been doing some drugs lately, all in good fun. Ate mushrooms for the second time two weeks ago with some wonderful people. It was life-changing, as it is every time. I feel so much more comfortable with my life. It really brings a sense of self to me, lets me wander around within. It's pretty crazy. I feel so lucky to be apart of everything I'm apart of. To know the people I know and to let them touch me in ways I never knew were possible. It was very moving. I'm much more connected to my friends, my soulmates. Living in this city my whole life, I've met and befriended many people. And because I'm an honest and loving person, I give everyone I meet the benefit of the doubt. And unfortunately, no connections are made. I can't relate to anyone outside of my circle. And I try. And I am not unwilling to meet and talk to people. But everyone seems so dull and uninteresting. I just want some substance people! Is that so hard? I guess so.
Regardless, I love my circle with all of my heart and am so thankful for them. (I'm feeling rather touchy feely tonight). It's really given me hope for the world. Of which I'm still so overwhelmed by.
I need to back to school. But money and location are making it difficult to figure out what I want to do. I finally decided on a major. English! I need to start writing and reading more. Reading "On the Road" by Kerouac right now. Diggin' it. I've been particularly interested in the beat generation lately (perhaps from my mind altering night). Went to the library and got books on beat poetry, interviews with William H. Burroughs, etc. Stoked.
Been jammin' the new White Stripes and Hives records. Pretty bold. Into it. Getting tattooed twice in the next two weeks, finally. I may or may not try and apprentice at the local shop as the piercer was fired. Not really sure how I would feel about doing that to people, however. Eesh.
This seems kinda boring, man. Maybe tomorrow I'll think of something funny.
Meanwhile, vanity shot!
Love to all.
ya going to the Gem City Tattoo con?