well, hello
it's been sooo long hasn't it?
It's snowing in Portland on New Years Day, I have that U2 song is my head. " I'll be with you again . . . "
I got a new bike for xmas and I still haven't had the chance to try it out. How do you ride in the snow? Do you?
ho hum
My new job is finally working out, all the girls I work with are really cool, now that I've broken the ice and I feel comfortable slingin' coffee with my eyes closed. I know my grammar is awful but hey, I drank too much last night.
It's been a year since I've lived alone, now I am preparing to be a roommate again.
sometimes it's hard to live with people, I'd like to be alone in a cave up on the mountain, so so alone, hunting animals with my bow and arrow. Never speaking, but writing endless, increasingly chaotic love letters to everything.
but what about music, shows, friends, art, films, SEX?
could I give that all up?
perhaps for a few years. Then I'd come back and be irreversibly changed and I probably would not fit in with anyone. would I care? maybe I will have a little hut at the edge of the forest and woeful lovers will come to me for potions.
maybe i'll find a caveman and take him back with me. we'll have little creepy monster wolf/crow/ snake babies who will kill us, eat us, gain supernatural powers from our flesh and run down the mountain screaming with rage and purpose, raping and pillaging all in their path, finally overthrowing the government and destroying civilisation as we know it.
maybe not
it's been sooo long hasn't it?
It's snowing in Portland on New Years Day, I have that U2 song is my head. " I'll be with you again . . . "
I got a new bike for xmas and I still haven't had the chance to try it out. How do you ride in the snow? Do you?
ho hum
My new job is finally working out, all the girls I work with are really cool, now that I've broken the ice and I feel comfortable slingin' coffee with my eyes closed. I know my grammar is awful but hey, I drank too much last night.
It's been a year since I've lived alone, now I am preparing to be a roommate again.
sometimes it's hard to live with people, I'd like to be alone in a cave up on the mountain, so so alone, hunting animals with my bow and arrow. Never speaking, but writing endless, increasingly chaotic love letters to everything.
but what about music, shows, friends, art, films, SEX?
could I give that all up?
perhaps for a few years. Then I'd come back and be irreversibly changed and I probably would not fit in with anyone. would I care? maybe I will have a little hut at the edge of the forest and woeful lovers will come to me for potions.
maybe i'll find a caveman and take him back with me. we'll have little creepy monster wolf/crow/ snake babies who will kill us, eat us, gain supernatural powers from our flesh and run down the mountain screaming with rage and purpose, raping and pillaging all in their path, finally overthrowing the government and destroying civilisation as we know it.
maybe not
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It has been very hot where I am, which is nice.
Good to hear the job is working out.
Praise the lord our god, amen
I'm going to be going into a converse living situation. Once school gets out for me in June, it's alonesville for me. I'm pretty excited to have a place to myself, but after living with my best friends for a couple of years, it'll be kind of scary. Life is that much easier when you have people you're close enough to feel comfortable crying on their shoulder and then turning around and screaming in their face for leaving the cheese out and open.