I’m going to give this a break. This blog, anyway. I’ll be back when I have something nice to say.
guy-bert asked: So.... what's the story? Lots of catching up to do!
Christ. No kidding. This is weird. You’ve crossed my mind a handful of times this past little while. Anyway, I’m at my parents’ right now. I had shit to take care of. I’ve been back in the country since the second and I didn’t intend to stay past the ninth but I think I might have gotten ahead of myself. I’m going to be around for another six to eight weeks and the very idea is eating me alive. Good news is I can tango with T.O. once again, however brief. I intend to spent at least a couple of weeks there at some point, whether that is after this is all said and done or just prior to taking off again. How are you? Shoot me an e-mail. Find my cat on Facebook. Anything more reliable than this.
It’s been a while. I’ve missed you. I’m sorry to have filled the void with hours on end of grinding vis-a-vis LOTRO. My cheeks are swollen and my gums are spiked with titanium. I hope you still remember me.
Anonymous asked: Where are you?
Right now? At my parents’ place. Prior to the 1st? East Bay, California.
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Window Over The Bay - Vashti Bunyan
I was mugged the night before last. Robbed at gun point. I lost everything save for my toothbrush, passport, cellphone (without a battery), mp3 player, glasses, and some other junk. I lost my wallet, my g-ma’s ring, my sketchbook, notebook, diary, journal, my one change of clothes, my backpack itself, my retainers, my cellphone battery, two-hundred and seventy dollars cash, any and all hygiene products, my first developed roll of film, my map, and some other things. It was 9 o’clock at night and I was walking three blocks from the bus stop to a friend’s house. Some fucking kid felt me up and lifted up my skirt. The police caught up with them later that night and turns out they’re better off than I am. Fucking kids. Fucking people. Fucking guns.
“I must interpret the life about me as I interpret the life that is my own. My life is full of meaning to me. The life around me must be full of significance to itself. If I am to expect others to respect my life, then I must respect the other life I see, however strange it may be to mine.”
— Dr. Albert Schweitzer, Civilization and Ethics
Nothing
sets me on edge more so than the clash of catastrophic cutlery.
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The Lucky One - Au Revoir Simone
