This will be a life update blog, for those of you who gorge themselves on the tasty fillings of my life. You'll notice my entries have thinned out a bit, the pace has turned down a few notches and this is for two reasons. The first being that I've been busy writing more poetry again, and when I get on a poetry kick everything else in my life gets pushed aside. Even if I have an interesting idea for a new short story, it gets kicked away like a neighbor's annoying dog if my brain is stuck in poetry mode. The other reason is that I have met someone. A girl. And if my last blog entry didn't clue you in that direction, then I did a good job of misleading you. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go make another gin & tonic and switch my wet laundry over to the dryer. When I return I will give you more to read, that's a promise you can make to your mother.
(10 minutes later)
Hello punky chunks, it's me again. The laundry is now drying, my drink has been replenished, and I am feeling oh-so-fine. I'm getting shit done tonight and that's always a great feeling. You know what else is a great feeling? Intimacy. Yes, I said it. Intimacy has a way of filling in all the cracks. Intimacy can lead to love, which has a way of busting them wide open, I realize that, but that's a topic for another time. For now, though, this feeling is a good thing that needs to be written about in sonnets or songs or poetry or even, dare I say it, blogs. Is it safe to say that blogs are now an accepted part of our culture? I think so, but then again my opinion is biased since I write them. You tell me. But anyway, back to the love thing. Her name is Kim and she fluttered quite unexpectedly into my life, right when I was digging down damn near the bottom. Life had a death grip on me, I felt suffocated almost daily by the pain of my past relationship. You see, I'm the romantic type, a writer, a creator of dreams and perfect places, and if my real life doesn't match the life I imagine inside my head, then I have a tendency to get a little crazy and melodramatic.
So, without going into too much detail I will just say this: I'm wearing my fluffy cloud cleats and #9 is where I've been calling home lately. Each day is a good day. I'm writing from a happy place right now, and that's not exactly my forte, so if my writing is less than appealing at least now you know why. Alright, on to other things.
This weekend is going to be lots of fun. I recently purchased four tickets to a Floater concert in Bend, Oregon for this coming Saturday night. It will be myself and Kim and two friends. We're going to drive over and spend the night there, and I couldn't be more excited. It's snowing in Bend, though, which worries me. In Oregon there are places where winter weather requires snow chains on cars, which we don't have. We have to drive over the Santiam Pass which can get tricky this time of the year, so I guess you could say we are chancing it. I'm hoping for the best, because the alternative would be pretty shitty. I'm so excited that just yesterday I went clothes shopping. I can't even tell you the last time I purchased new clothes for my body. I wanted to have a fresh set of scenery to wear at the concert, so I dropped a couple bucks and picked up some pretty fly duds. New hoodies, some earth tone shirts and a few pair of mean jeans and I'm ready to go! Yeah, I get dorked out like that sometimes, deal with it.
Now I have more clothes than hangers. I had to double up and hang my over shirts on top of my t-shirts, which isn't a big deal, it just looks like a department store in my portable closet now. If only I had a mannequin or two, that would would be sweet.
Work has been alright, I'm getting the hang of shifting that big rig and now downtown doesn't frighten me as much. I can gear down when I need to and gear back up when the lights turn green. Rarely do I fuck up and stall in the middle of the road anymore. Enough about work, nobody wants to read that!
How are YOU doing? Tell me about life and all that you love about it, or hate. I wanna read something gritty or sensational! Come on, guys & gals, give it to me. I want to feel like I live in your hometown, I want to be your next-door neighbor. In my next blog I will continue the adventures of Edgar, I realize I let him run away. I am one short story away from making you smile, and I promise when I return I'll do you proper. It's what I do, baby!
Alright I gotta go, dinner is near and my drink is dry. Ya'll are great, I love ya, and I'll be back soon.