Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Well, I thought...
and then my head hurt. It's been four months now since my "incident" landed me in the hospital. My orbital replacement still hurts from time to time as the nerves regrow around the metal implant that I now carry in my face. With great sadness, I admit to myself that my instincts are never wrong...perhaps a little off course from time to time, but never truly wrong. It still hurts, but I face each new moment and each new day listening to myself very carefully. The last thing I want to end up as is an embittered old man. Everyone deserves better than that.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
*gasp*
Well, this is it for the smoking pile of gorgonzola that I used to call a "blog". Something a little more, er, professional on the way.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Been a while...
a little over a month to be exact, since the breakdown, the bullshit and the ensuing damage control.
I'm in Austin now, thanks to a very generous offer from an old acquaintance from San Diego and Max is with me now. All in all, a fairly easy ride. Except for the expected stresses of jumping out of one life entirely, into another, we've managed, we're still managing and still working toward the future. Couldn't have done it with all of the background static and horseshit of living in two different states. I'm not back yet, not for DList anyway, not entirely. I have more to focus on now than ever before, but for once, I'm doing what's right for me.
I miss my dog. I'm headed back to get him the moment I have a new place to live that I can call my own.
I'm in Austin now, thanks to a very generous offer from an old acquaintance from San Diego and Max is with me now. All in all, a fairly easy ride. Except for the expected stresses of jumping out of one life entirely, into another, we've managed, we're still managing and still working toward the future. Couldn't have done it with all of the background static and horseshit of living in two different states. I'm not back yet, not for DList anyway, not entirely. I have more to focus on now than ever before, but for once, I'm doing what's right for me.
I miss my dog. I'm headed back to get him the moment I have a new place to live that I can call my own.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
A little of me...
There used to be a time
I wore my heart upon my sleeve.
There used to be a time
I'd show my gentle side to anyone
Through these years of wandering
I know I've been deceived.
Through these years of wandering...
And everytime you try to hurt me
You know you'll only hurt yourself.
And everytime you try to hurt me
I know you'll be the one to suffer
When you think you're hurting someone.
A little of you - a little of me -
A little of you -
Is hurting someone -
Don't tell me I'm the only one
'Cause I don't need that space.
Don't ask for love
I'll throw it back in your face.
All of these promises
Were only made to break.
All of these promises...
Friday, June 27, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
WARNING! WARNING! DANGER WILL ROBINSON!
Note to self: avoid current energy suck in the ether. Do not attempt to swim upstream. Stay afloat. Ride this one out. Say nothing. Expend no unnecessary energy.
Had a few really great days recently, but for some reason, as noted by another friend of mine in the circle...something's abuzz and it ain't pretty. For me, it's sort of like being a diabetic and diving headlong into a buttercream frosting-covered pound cake and chasing it with a liter of Mountain Dew.
Yeah, you know what I mean. Really, the aftermath...not pretty. Anyway, if you've been feeling it too, steer clear. Stay away from anything out of the ordinary. In fact, go home and just shut the fuck up. You'll be glad you did.
Had a few really great days recently, but for some reason, as noted by another friend of mine in the circle...something's abuzz and it ain't pretty. For me, it's sort of like being a diabetic and diving headlong into a buttercream frosting-covered pound cake and chasing it with a liter of Mountain Dew.
Yeah, you know what I mean. Really, the aftermath...not pretty. Anyway, if you've been feeling it too, steer clear. Stay away from anything out of the ordinary. In fact, go home and just shut the fuck up. You'll be glad you did.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
*DING DING*
"update your entry"
"I was very much asnooze, mister."
It doesn't take much for us to catch on to what the other is thinking or doing lately. This morning I left a message.
"I hope you're not dead...because I'm going to kill you."
Humorously warning, I knew it had been a long night for him, but when the call didn't come, I fell back in time. Where is he? What's happened? Don't say you're going to do something and then not do it! Anger rising, trust falling...
It's a tall order, not impossible, but also bi-directional. I'd had a busy, unsettling morning already and couldn't talk when he messaged back. We'd talk later and I knew I was okay already just because we'd made contact again. Does love mean you have to be in constant communication? Hardly. Sometimes love is that persistent worry that no matter how positively you may think, the universe is a big place, full of pitfalls and unexpected turns and raises the volume of experience in your brain's ear to insufferable decibels.
We speak again. This time I feel something completely different. I am more aware now of my own shortcomings and failures than ever before, but this isn't self-loathing. This is the brightest moment in my understanding of self. This is who I am. This is who we are and we, for all independence sake, are not independent. I am the standard I wish to have upheld. He is the standard I wish to live by. We toil, we pave, we agree or disagree, but in the desire to be our mutual compliment, we believe.
"I was very much asnooze, mister."
It doesn't take much for us to catch on to what the other is thinking or doing lately. This morning I left a message.
"I hope you're not dead...because I'm going to kill you."
Humorously warning, I knew it had been a long night for him, but when the call didn't come, I fell back in time. Where is he? What's happened? Don't say you're going to do something and then not do it! Anger rising, trust falling...
It's a tall order, not impossible, but also bi-directional. I'd had a busy, unsettling morning already and couldn't talk when he messaged back. We'd talk later and I knew I was okay already just because we'd made contact again. Does love mean you have to be in constant communication? Hardly. Sometimes love is that persistent worry that no matter how positively you may think, the universe is a big place, full of pitfalls and unexpected turns and raises the volume of experience in your brain's ear to insufferable decibels.
We speak again. This time I feel something completely different. I am more aware now of my own shortcomings and failures than ever before, but this isn't self-loathing. This is the brightest moment in my understanding of self. This is who I am. This is who we are and we, for all independence sake, are not independent. I am the standard I wish to have upheld. He is the standard I wish to live by. We toil, we pave, we agree or disagree, but in the desire to be our mutual compliment, we believe.
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