i'm alivvveeeee!!!!!
what up baby?
well i am sitting down for the first time in a week, getting my internet fix, and indulging in a de-fucking-licious midnight truffle blizzard from dairy queen. needless to say, life is good.
sooo after work wednesday night i drove straight to harrisonburg for the night then left bright and early at seven a.m. to visit the love of my life, pittsburgh.
the drive was amazing as usual. coffee coffee coffee, good tunes a'blastin, winding up and down all through the mountains on a beautiful sunny weekday when noone else is out...i had no idea if my twenty year old car would make the trip again, but skully was a trooper. arrived in pittsburgh later that day and immediately stop in to see my best friend and his girlfriend before they had to leave for work only to be informed that fucking cattle decapitation and gwar were playing on friday! holy bejesus! i definitely jizzed my pants a bit being an avid lover of the orgasmically brutal and repulsive cattle decap and obviously needing to experience gwar bloodshed live before i die.
after that i wandered to my favorite coffee shop where i smoked a few cigarettes for old times sake. met up and caught up with some dear friends, hit my usual watering holes and drank and smoked and laughed and talked about life and things until the sun came up.
the next day i went to lunch at my old job aka my old family and ate some fucking amazing head sized sandwich, then parked on a barstool at this corny new bar, that i had to stop at after being told they serve liters of beer. i felt so perfect there with a liter mug full of frothy brewsky
. after this i wandered aimlessly to all my favorite spots and people then experienced the epic greatness of cattle decapitation and gwar!!!! i managed to get front and center in preparation to be welcomed to the family and was covered in fake blood in about the first fifteen seconds. it was glorious. severed heads, intestines, blood, slime, guts, rotting fetuses....amazing, basically. i managed to keep my spot until i was accidentally punched in the throat and couldn't breathe and had to retreat to the bar to attempt to heal for the last few songs.
after this i jumped in a friends shower for the first time in days and ran down to east carson to meet the rest of my loves for the last hour of bar time. the next day i continued good talks and catching up over more good food with more of the best hugs and genuine i love you's a kid could have, got in my car, took a deep breath, and said goodbye once again.
the drive back was amazingly beautiful, i always take the long scenic route through the mountains. so much clarity seems to come with those views up ahead and the road retreating and the wind ripping through my hair...
and then about five hours into it and not ready for my little adventure life on the road living from my car to end, i stopped in harrisonburg again since the boy and some others graduated and celebration was in store
partied the night away there and finally shut my eyes around six in the morning. five hours later i wake up, and at this point i've gotten maybe ten hours of sleep total since tuesday of last week but after a great round of morning sex and a cup of coffee i was livened up and ready for the day. and then i drove two and a half hours straight to work.
worked until nine sunday night then came back to smoke some trees and watch where the buffalo roam and chat and chill and kick it and 'stuff' until aorund three.
then i woke up. worked lunch. came home. went to chickfila for a grease fix. got distracted by afternoon sex and was thirty minutes late returning to work for dinner shift. then since the asians are always doing silly things like drawing pictures of their hands and asking me the names of the fingers and meanings of various 'american lingo' i was delighted when today they asked me what a gigolo was...and of course i wasn't punished for my lateness and started secretly trading fried rice for free coffee with a girl who works down the street... so basically i have the best job ever...
and now i'm home at last with the house to myself cause the roomies snooze early and i'm catching up with you lovely folks and i have no work until tomorrow night and have to wake up early but its ok because its for my LAST car breathalyzer appointment ever because i get it removed in a week and i'm eating ice cream and daaaaaaaaaamn it feels good!
upon arriving home last night my roomates were in shock and told me that they were seriously going to call all the jails within a hundred mile radius if i hadn't returned home by time for work the next day. that says a lot about my character i guess. i like it.
that little road trip was just what i needed. i realized that i don't really have many close friends around here, and it really doesn't bother me. because i know that seven hours away pittsburgh holds everyone i need. so when i was overcome by the urge to have great conversation and hug everyone i love last week i knew i had to take my illegally driving ass and skip town. sigh...i love and miss it so much. whether or not i want to move back i am unsure though, but for now i am content with where i am. and i realize rather than standing still and having a home i am truly more happy driving and driving to wherever i please, crashing on couches, pouring coffee from a gas station pot and showering in truckstops and not knowing where the road may lead the next day but it doesn't matter because i'm freeeeeee as a bee and i can do what i please and well, so can anyone.
and to be in that car and driving away from everything i love leaving it behind even feels good because i know its there, always. and so is the road and those people, somewhere, no matter where i go and no matter what happens i can return and it will remain the same and i can walk all of its streets and smile and remember who i am and what life is. and driving away feels good when i love and miss whats growing smaller and smaller and farther and farther into the rearview but then the musics flowing with the wind with the freedom in my soul and all of a sudden i'm smiling because i realize that for the first time in my life i love and missed whats growing closer and closer through the windshield, which was covered in tiny raindrops at that moment.
i didn't get a chance to grab a cheddar cheese bagel from brueggers or a slice of white pizza from vesuvios and my friend is in a sweet alice in wonderland play in two weeks so i think i will hop back in for more pittsburgh around that time.
and now i've rambled myself into sleepiness and well, sleepiness consumes me because of the nonstop delicious insanity of the past week, so i'm going to go bury my head in a pile of pillows and burn some nag champa and fucking love it.
love you and goodnight.
<3 Rexx
p.s. here are a couple pictures i found of me from the fashion show for your viewing pleasure!!
what up baby?
well i am sitting down for the first time in a week, getting my internet fix, and indulging in a de-fucking-licious midnight truffle blizzard from dairy queen. needless to say, life is good.
sooo after work wednesday night i drove straight to harrisonburg for the night then left bright and early at seven a.m. to visit the love of my life, pittsburgh.
the drive was amazing as usual. coffee coffee coffee, good tunes a'blastin, winding up and down all through the mountains on a beautiful sunny weekday when noone else is out...i had no idea if my twenty year old car would make the trip again, but skully was a trooper. arrived in pittsburgh later that day and immediately stop in to see my best friend and his girlfriend before they had to leave for work only to be informed that fucking cattle decapitation and gwar were playing on friday! holy bejesus! i definitely jizzed my pants a bit being an avid lover of the orgasmically brutal and repulsive cattle decap and obviously needing to experience gwar bloodshed live before i die.
after that i wandered to my favorite coffee shop where i smoked a few cigarettes for old times sake. met up and caught up with some dear friends, hit my usual watering holes and drank and smoked and laughed and talked about life and things until the sun came up.
the next day i went to lunch at my old job aka my old family and ate some fucking amazing head sized sandwich, then parked on a barstool at this corny new bar, that i had to stop at after being told they serve liters of beer. i felt so perfect there with a liter mug full of frothy brewsky
. after this i wandered aimlessly to all my favorite spots and people then experienced the epic greatness of cattle decapitation and gwar!!!! i managed to get front and center in preparation to be welcomed to the family and was covered in fake blood in about the first fifteen seconds. it was glorious. severed heads, intestines, blood, slime, guts, rotting fetuses....amazing, basically. i managed to keep my spot until i was accidentally punched in the throat and couldn't breathe and had to retreat to the bar to attempt to heal for the last few songs.after this i jumped in a friends shower for the first time in days and ran down to east carson to meet the rest of my loves for the last hour of bar time. the next day i continued good talks and catching up over more good food with more of the best hugs and genuine i love you's a kid could have, got in my car, took a deep breath, and said goodbye once again.
the drive back was amazingly beautiful, i always take the long scenic route through the mountains. so much clarity seems to come with those views up ahead and the road retreating and the wind ripping through my hair...
and then about five hours into it and not ready for my little adventure life on the road living from my car to end, i stopped in harrisonburg again since the boy and some others graduated and celebration was in store
partied the night away there and finally shut my eyes around six in the morning. five hours later i wake up, and at this point i've gotten maybe ten hours of sleep total since tuesday of last week but after a great round of morning sex and a cup of coffee i was livened up and ready for the day. and then i drove two and a half hours straight to work.
worked until nine sunday night then came back to smoke some trees and watch where the buffalo roam and chat and chill and kick it and 'stuff' until aorund three.
then i woke up. worked lunch. came home. went to chickfila for a grease fix. got distracted by afternoon sex and was thirty minutes late returning to work for dinner shift. then since the asians are always doing silly things like drawing pictures of their hands and asking me the names of the fingers and meanings of various 'american lingo' i was delighted when today they asked me what a gigolo was...and of course i wasn't punished for my lateness and started secretly trading fried rice for free coffee with a girl who works down the street... so basically i have the best job ever...
and now i'm home at last with the house to myself cause the roomies snooze early and i'm catching up with you lovely folks and i have no work until tomorrow night and have to wake up early but its ok because its for my LAST car breathalyzer appointment ever because i get it removed in a week and i'm eating ice cream and daaaaaaaaaamn it feels good!
upon arriving home last night my roomates were in shock and told me that they were seriously going to call all the jails within a hundred mile radius if i hadn't returned home by time for work the next day. that says a lot about my character i guess. i like it.
that little road trip was just what i needed. i realized that i don't really have many close friends around here, and it really doesn't bother me. because i know that seven hours away pittsburgh holds everyone i need. so when i was overcome by the urge to have great conversation and hug everyone i love last week i knew i had to take my illegally driving ass and skip town. sigh...i love and miss it so much. whether or not i want to move back i am unsure though, but for now i am content with where i am. and i realize rather than standing still and having a home i am truly more happy driving and driving to wherever i please, crashing on couches, pouring coffee from a gas station pot and showering in truckstops and not knowing where the road may lead the next day but it doesn't matter because i'm freeeeeee as a bee and i can do what i please and well, so can anyone.
and to be in that car and driving away from everything i love leaving it behind even feels good because i know its there, always. and so is the road and those people, somewhere, no matter where i go and no matter what happens i can return and it will remain the same and i can walk all of its streets and smile and remember who i am and what life is. and driving away feels good when i love and miss whats growing smaller and smaller and farther and farther into the rearview but then the musics flowing with the wind with the freedom in my soul and all of a sudden i'm smiling because i realize that for the first time in my life i love and missed whats growing closer and closer through the windshield, which was covered in tiny raindrops at that moment.
i didn't get a chance to grab a cheddar cheese bagel from brueggers or a slice of white pizza from vesuvios and my friend is in a sweet alice in wonderland play in two weeks so i think i will hop back in for more pittsburgh around that time.
and now i've rambled myself into sleepiness and well, sleepiness consumes me because of the nonstop delicious insanity of the past week, so i'm going to go bury my head in a pile of pillows and burn some nag champa and fucking love it.
love you and goodnight.
<3 Rexx
p.s. here are a couple pictures i found of me from the fashion show for your viewing pleasure!!
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"... to visit the love of my life, Pittsburgh." - I love this line. I feel the same way about San Francisco.