I fall in and out of love with my job every 6 months. And when I say out, I mean out. I feel like I'm trying to prove a point of some sort by sticking it out. I've seen so many people come and go there's a sense of accomplishment that I'm still around, Plus I have a solid position and I'm being paid fairly well. So well in fact I'm taking two vacations in the next 3 months so maybe I should shut the fuck up. New York and Boston at the end of the month to see some friends play shows with Green Day of all people and again in November for the Fest in Gainesville. I'm not one of those cats who can take vacations that involve nothing...not yet anyway. It must be loud, it must be boozy and many people must wonder "who the fuck was that guy" and a few hoping I'll come back.
Speaking of in and out of love I've taken a great amount of pleasure from be single again and the memory of that feeling you get when you first fall for someone and the thought of it coming around again some time. There's no one in the picture at all...just the anticipation of that feeling is amazing right now.
Speaking of in and out of love I've taken a great amount of pleasure from be single again and the memory of that feeling you get when you first fall for someone and the thought of it coming around again some time. There's no one in the picture at all...just the anticipation of that feeling is amazing right now.