yesod

I haven't posted in forever. Let this post rectify said lapse.

Just got back from France. Got to figure out how to move there...

Yeah, so apparently I'm too busy to post photos... Or write... I suspect no one actually reads this anyway. My fault for spending all my time on the site looking at boobies. Speaking of which, I'll have to write more later...

Be well, y'all.

It is too late for me to post too much, but suffice it to say that I just got back from Hawaii, and it was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL! Pictures will follow, eventually. Be well.

I'm tired of looking at my old post, so I proffer this meager replacement.

Got a laptop. Have discovered Flight of the Conchords. And I still drink to much. Hope all is well with you.

Clearly I don't post enough. C'est la vie. Truth is I'm not on my computer all that much anymore. This is in a way bittersweet. It's good to be out in the real world having "real" fun. But I feel like I'm betraying my nerd roots by not even being to keep up with e-mail, much less a blog. I usually only get to post...
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scotch is evil. it makes me think evil things. makes me burn for forgone days yet to come. takes me to places longed for yet never seen. yet leaves me a somnolent insomniac.

good night...

I want to write a really long blog, about life, the universe, and everything. But I don't have the energy. I've been sick the past few days, and I've had to work my ass off anyway. In a way it's fair. I have a very good life and sometimes you need to earn that. Too many things burn in my head though, whimsical ideas, and...
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Once upon a time I kept dreaming that my teeth were falling out, or naked in a crowd, or that nobody understood me... Then I realized that I'd moved to Tokyo, and it was all true (save my teeth are still intact). Powerlessness is a dirty thing, though not inherently bad.

Days, months, a year after the dissolution of my marriage to a controlling psycho,...
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Why is it that things left undone become harder? As they snowball out of control I run from them, afraid to look back. Hah! Take that homework! Take that bills! I'm ignoring you all!

Sophomoric at best, I know, and yet I soldier on with such outmoded and damaging behaviors. A year older, a year wiser, you think I'd have learned. Nope. How does one...
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Right this very minute I'm bored. Profoundly bored. So I'm gonna do something about it: Go to a bar, paint a picture, write a screenplay, re-imagine my life in a place that holds my interest. So why am I still typing?

New car makes me happy.

But here I sit at night, watching South Park and surfing the pretty pictures. I'm quaffing a California Cabernet, contemplating lighting up a cigar, and wondering about the meaning of it all. Life is good. So a toast: to life! to love! tonight...

Salute.