echofonic

wow.

yeah, i never update here anymore, and i rarely get back to anyone who responds to my posts. i've got a backlog of emails to respond to, and proably some voicemails too - but i'm avoiding checking those, so i'm not too sure. i just haven't had the time.

i could be stressed out about all this. okay, i have been stressing out about all this. i've been freaking out - totally maxed out and stressed out for over a week now - but today, as i pedaled away from work, i started thinking...

i thought about my best friend Carrie; about how she lives downstairs now. about late-night cigarettes and early morning coffees and how she's feeling better than she's felt in years. i thought about Jason in North Carolina and the long, stupid, awesome videogame marathons we'll have as soon as i get an xBox. i thought about Cannonball and our rockin' jams that put Tenacious D to shame. i thought about the Chocolate and how she was probably waiting for me to get home so she could drink out of the faucet and then flop on the floor in front of me, oblivious to her own silly wet head. i thought about my mom and my dad and my sisters and my six nieces and nephews and how hilarious and happy they all are...

...and i thought about you. you and your smile. you driving back up from San Jose tonight, to the apartment that we now share. your things on your shelf in the bathroom. your clothes in my closet. your jars of paint on my kitchen floor.

i thought about all of these things as i rode my green bike down Hollis Street, realizing that my life, however full and crazy and stressful and maddening and hectic, is so fucking wonderful.

and i smiled.

and the next thing i knew i was home.