If it means nothing at all...
It's been forever and a day since I've updated this mess. Last time I tried to connect it booted me to some crazy new version of the blog and wouldn't let me onto this humble, rambling page. Life is fine, things have changed...what else do we write about, really? I can wish I've got some fantastic reason for popping back on, but you're gonna be disappointed. I wish I'd been there to clue you in on Band of Horses or Regina Spektor when I first fell for them. To tell you about the joys of concert ticket hook-ups. Going away parties for old bros from way back when. Welcome home parties for new friends who I've traveled long distances to meet. Eternal amounts of libations. The thrill of last minute adventures and unexpected doings. Computer hell and bliss. Re-connected and strengthened friendships. Marriages falling apart all around. Second anniversaries and spousal success. Life is splitting apart the seams of my apathy and I'm glad to let it spill out here.
I'm excited for this month! Cheryl is selling her jewelry like mad at winter bazaars and boutiques. I've worked my fingers to death helping her (that's what I'm taking a break from right now...). Work is back to (almost) normal, the Beaverton fun ended and my day shifts are becoming more regular. I built an awesome multi-level cat palace with scratching thingees and a hanging tube of death. Cheryl is teacher-assistant subbing a few times a week (and enjoying it!). I'm perusing school schedules with good intentions. The awesome cheap bar is still super awesome (that's right, I never wrote about the awesome cheap bar. It's all mine!). Iz has a spankin new house that's more centrally located. HE-who-is-never-named (by request) is having alot of success himself at school and will be able to buy and sell me (many times over) shortly. The Tahoe trip is so close I can taste it. Windows Vista hasn't crashed on me yet. Construction on the house is paused but well. The wiring is done to the upper level, all that's left is the garage and basement...easypeasy. My new boss is swell.
See, there's reason for excitement.
This is only a free-form sampling of my life being lived. There's so much more. I'll spill here. Really. It's not all pipe-smoke and rum. Flowers, tattoos and whiskey work their way into life also. Well, they do if it's a good life. Here's hoping I spill enough so that exhibitionism, curiosity and voyeurism are all satisfied. Just please, PLEASE don't repeat the mistakes. I've made 'em for you. Find some new ones.
I'm excited for this month! Cheryl is selling her jewelry like mad at winter bazaars and boutiques. I've worked my fingers to death helping her (that's what I'm taking a break from right now...). Work is back to (almost) normal, the Beaverton fun ended and my day shifts are becoming more regular. I built an awesome multi-level cat palace with scratching thingees and a hanging tube of death. Cheryl is teacher-assistant subbing a few times a week (and enjoying it!). I'm perusing school schedules with good intentions. The awesome cheap bar is still super awesome (that's right, I never wrote about the awesome cheap bar. It's all mine!). Iz has a spankin new house that's more centrally located. HE-who-is-never-named (by request) is having alot of success himself at school and will be able to buy and sell me (many times over) shortly. The Tahoe trip is so close I can taste it. Windows Vista hasn't crashed on me yet. Construction on the house is paused but well. The wiring is done to the upper level, all that's left is the garage and basement...easypeasy. My new boss is swell.
See, there's reason for excitement.
This is only a free-form sampling of my life being lived. There's so much more. I'll spill here. Really. It's not all pipe-smoke and rum. Flowers, tattoos and whiskey work their way into life also. Well, they do if it's a good life. Here's hoping I spill enough so that exhibitionism, curiosity and voyeurism are all satisfied. Just please, PLEASE don't repeat the mistakes. I've made 'em for you. Find some new ones.

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