Well, I finally finished "A Fan's Notes". I recommend it to anyone who wants to see inside the mind of a washed up, alcoholic, insane genius. I'm fascinated by the whole "thin line between insanity and genius" thing. Really really really well written book. I'm mad that it is done because I liked it so much. My copy has shit underlined on almost every page.
It is spring outside already. Makes me want to take the day off and go to the beach or a favorite coffee shop with a new book or a city park or something where I'm not inside looking at wine bottles (unless I was choosing one to take outside and drink.). 60 degrees, clear and rising.
Speaking of wine (beer whiskey etc.) The lent is going pretty well. It has been almost two weeks. Nothing adds to the asshole hermit image like hanging out in a bar and not drinking. I get more conversations from the fairer gender standing with my glass of water and my arms crossed like a bouncer's than I ever did getting shitfaced.
The ex recently tried to get ahold of me. She emailed me with "Why haven't I seen you in five months?"
"You think it might have something to do with you breaking up with me?" I'm stubborn. I know. But that was an eight year old heart that she ripped out and threw on the ground to lie and wait for the dredges to try to devour it. (And they've tried, believe me. And this would be considered conceit if any of them were worth their weight.) Good thing I've assumed the hermit role.
I have tickets to go see M. Ward and Zoey Deshanel in a band called Her and His. Great show already but the singer from Two Gallants is the opening solo act. Really excited about that.
That's about it. It is way to nice to be inside writing this. I think I'm gonna head out to the city to see what kinda trouble I can find.
It is spring outside already. Makes me want to take the day off and go to the beach or a favorite coffee shop with a new book or a city park or something where I'm not inside looking at wine bottles (unless I was choosing one to take outside and drink.). 60 degrees, clear and rising.
Speaking of wine (beer whiskey etc.) The lent is going pretty well. It has been almost two weeks. Nothing adds to the asshole hermit image like hanging out in a bar and not drinking. I get more conversations from the fairer gender standing with my glass of water and my arms crossed like a bouncer's than I ever did getting shitfaced.
The ex recently tried to get ahold of me. She emailed me with "Why haven't I seen you in five months?"
"You think it might have something to do with you breaking up with me?" I'm stubborn. I know. But that was an eight year old heart that she ripped out and threw on the ground to lie and wait for the dredges to try to devour it. (And they've tried, believe me. And this would be considered conceit if any of them were worth their weight.) Good thing I've assumed the hermit role.
I have tickets to go see M. Ward and Zoey Deshanel in a band called Her and His. Great show already but the singer from Two Gallants is the opening solo act. Really excited about that.
That's about it. It is way to nice to be inside writing this. I think I'm gonna head out to the city to see what kinda trouble I can find.
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It is a beautiful day. I appreciate nice days a lot more now that I have my scooter. I can't wait until there is relatively warm weather at night. I took the slacker out for his birthday dinner last night on the scooter and it was pretty bad driving the speed limit in the wet, wet high 60's weather. It was nice while we weren't driving though.
So jealous of your concert tix. Is this a tour? Perhaps I should check the dates. I'm broke now, btw, but the only thing I bought that I didn't really need was this SG account. Too bad I just realized that I can't afford to go to The Mars Volta concert, but I don't think that is until April. Maybe if I saved 5 bucks a week, I could afford one ticket. Welp...time to find a job!
Breakups are hard. Period. I'm going through one myself... no fun.
I absolutely adore Zoey Deshanel, hope the show is as awesome as it sounds.
P.S - no fair talking about spring... we get snow til may where I am...