Man...a lot has happened.
Work is work. But it affords me the luxury of walking around my very own aparment stark-ass naked after I get home to plop down in front of my hi-def tv sittin on 2 milk crates (before ACL* I had nothing to sit on ) and play some xbox 360 and listen to some motherfuckin Motorhead while killing zombies, skeleton warriors and flying around corners in badass cars at 180 mph.
Not to mention forcing me to emphatically create run-on sentences...
My birthday was filled with mis-haps, missteps and alcohol-fueled frivolity, all centered around world-famous ACL (Austin City LImits music festival 2006, n00bs).
Much beautiful music was heard, experienced and succumbed to. Among the note-worthy: The Stills, Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, Willie fucking Nelson, Tom Petty, The Blue Van, The Long Winters, The Shins, Nada Surf, Murder By Death, I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, The New Pornographers, Kings of Leon, Muse, Matt Costa, Iron & Wine, The Flaming Lips
and you fuckers missed it.
So as much as my life is doing pretty well, as is my way, something is sincerely deficient...but not for lack of trying. It's been weighing on me to say the least. I'm having a really hard time with my quasi/psuedo and other such qualifying Greek prefixes for "relationship".
And since this is REALLY not the place to air such laundry in, I sadly feel that this may be my only forum I may have for those astute enough or unfortunate enough to have had me whine at them about it.
It really tears at me.
So if anyone has any suggestions/experience/insults, please message me.
Thank you in advance.
Work is work. But it affords me the luxury of walking around my very own aparment stark-ass naked after I get home to plop down in front of my hi-def tv sittin on 2 milk crates (before ACL* I had nothing to sit on ) and play some xbox 360 and listen to some motherfuckin Motorhead while killing zombies, skeleton warriors and flying around corners in badass cars at 180 mph.
Not to mention forcing me to emphatically create run-on sentences...
My birthday was filled with mis-haps, missteps and alcohol-fueled frivolity, all centered around world-famous ACL (Austin City LImits music festival 2006, n00bs).
Much beautiful music was heard, experienced and succumbed to. Among the note-worthy: The Stills, Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals, Willie fucking Nelson, Tom Petty, The Blue Van, The Long Winters, The Shins, Nada Surf, Murder By Death, I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, The New Pornographers, Kings of Leon, Muse, Matt Costa, Iron & Wine, The Flaming Lips
and you fuckers missed it.
So as much as my life is doing pretty well, as is my way, something is sincerely deficient...but not for lack of trying. It's been weighing on me to say the least. I'm having a really hard time with my quasi/psuedo and other such qualifying Greek prefixes for "relationship".
And since this is REALLY not the place to air such laundry in, I sadly feel that this may be my only forum I may have for those astute enough or unfortunate enough to have had me whine at them about it.
It really tears at me.
So if anyone has any suggestions/experience/insults, please message me.
Thank you in advance.
Sorry to hear that things are quite right in the relationship department. If you need another ear, send me a line.