hi there 
i still havn't eaten the fucking burger because we thought doors opened for unearth at eight, but they opened at six, so ample time was not allowed for consumption.
unearth though, was fucking amazing.
two days later and i still feel like i have been hit head first by an eighteen wheeler while simultaneously being beaten like a red-headed stepchild.
covered in bruises as expected.
got socked in the nose. (it looks more brutal in person! swear! ) >>>
good times!
sunday had a fucking blast shooting and hanging out with nodawnforman and yayadawn ! my frozen ass violated a historical landmark and my vagina may or may not have been exposed to unsuspecting mountain bikers.
updates on the sober front:
i have reached a point where i feel comfortable indulging in a few tasty beverages. fear not though. for the first time in my life i am able to have a few and stop with no problems. i don't feel the urge to get drunk. or continue to drink because those around me are. the taste of a good bourbon is now a compliment to my happiness rather than a supplement for it.
speaking of happiness, it is sort of consuming me lately. i have found myself unexpectedly (and most certainly uncharacteristically) infatuated.
and now back to our regularly schedule program...
since i have begun to overcome my struggle with alcohol, my views on everything happening in my life and that i had planned for the near future are beginning to shift. i love pittsburgh, and i do miss it. but do i really want to go back? or have i just been trying to run away again? i'm tired of running. i've been doing it for years. i came to virginia for a reason. to find myself again. to get back to realizing what it really meant to be free. i moved here last may, and i have just now begun to accomplish this. i'm happy for the first time in a long time. and i realize that i never even noticed my soul was broken until it recently began to put itself back together. in the same day i had someone offer me a room in pittsburgh, and in richmond. both are perfect. both have the same move in date. i am stubborn and i do what i say. i don't want this to be the reason i end up moving back to pittsburgh. along with my undeniable craving for a fathead's burger and a slice of pizza from vesuvio's (i will forever refuse to refer to it as pizza sola). quite frankly, i'm lost. i know there is no rush. the only rush is the deadline i had set for myself. but i take those deadlines seriously. i am nowhere near reaching a concusion as i sit here today. all i know is that the tables have turned...
i still havn't eaten the fucking burger because we thought doors opened for unearth at eight, but they opened at six, so ample time was not allowed for consumption.
unearth though, was fucking amazing.
two days later and i still feel like i have been hit head first by an eighteen wheeler while simultaneously being beaten like a red-headed stepchild.
covered in bruises as expected.
got socked in the nose. (it looks more brutal in person! swear! ) >>>
good times!
sunday had a fucking blast shooting and hanging out with nodawnforman and yayadawn ! my frozen ass violated a historical landmark and my vagina may or may not have been exposed to unsuspecting mountain bikers.
updates on the sober front:
i have reached a point where i feel comfortable indulging in a few tasty beverages. fear not though. for the first time in my life i am able to have a few and stop with no problems. i don't feel the urge to get drunk. or continue to drink because those around me are. the taste of a good bourbon is now a compliment to my happiness rather than a supplement for it.
speaking of happiness, it is sort of consuming me lately. i have found myself unexpectedly (and most certainly uncharacteristically) infatuated.
and now back to our regularly schedule program...
since i have begun to overcome my struggle with alcohol, my views on everything happening in my life and that i had planned for the near future are beginning to shift. i love pittsburgh, and i do miss it. but do i really want to go back? or have i just been trying to run away again? i'm tired of running. i've been doing it for years. i came to virginia for a reason. to find myself again. to get back to realizing what it really meant to be free. i moved here last may, and i have just now begun to accomplish this. i'm happy for the first time in a long time. and i realize that i never even noticed my soul was broken until it recently began to put itself back together. in the same day i had someone offer me a room in pittsburgh, and in richmond. both are perfect. both have the same move in date. i am stubborn and i do what i say. i don't want this to be the reason i end up moving back to pittsburgh. along with my undeniable craving for a fathead's burger and a slice of pizza from vesuvio's (i will forever refuse to refer to it as pizza sola). quite frankly, i'm lost. i know there is no rush. the only rush is the deadline i had set for myself. but i take those deadlines seriously. i am nowhere near reaching a concusion as i sit here today. all i know is that the tables have turned...
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As for VA, I have traveled around the world, lived in 18 different states and seven countries but I always come back. For me I guess it's a little different because I grew up here but trust me when I say there are far worse places to be. We'll miss you if you go.
And why not move to a third place, just throw a dart at a map and see what you get, it could be a fun time