A whole lotta work. I mean a whole lottaottaottaottaotta work. I've been pulling long hours at both jobs and still going out in the evening to enjoy my summer. I know, I should take it easy and get some rest and not drink so much when I have to be at work at 4:30 the next morning but I've been having a great time and I'm a stubborn asshole that way. Makes me an unapproachable coworker but heh, I'm not there to hang out with friends. Well, at least not the kind I work with. I could go into specifics but it would take forever and wouldn't really stray from wake up, go to work, go to work (no, I didn't repeat myself), have a couple of beers with my friends, take a nap, wake up go to work, go to work, etc. etc. and so forth.
On the eternal male drive to find companionship (or at least someone who wouldn't mind a few carnal excursions) I'm doing ok. The one I met not too long ago ended up turning into a platonic bestfriend. It's new ground for me. I don't generally get along really well with a girl when I'm not envisioning what she looks like naked and what kinda noises she makes and whether they'd find it gross to do things like...I'm digressing, you get the point. (And if you have a raised eyebrow, look at any application I've filled out before. The letter checked is an M on all of them. Comes with the gender sweethearts.) But we get along real well and hang out a lot and have sleepovers (I know, I don't get it either) all of the time. And, I still walk her doggie.
There is another out there though. We get along really well. I've known her for years (which is kinda odd) and we both seem to agree that it is gonna be a highly affectionate friendship. I was, as you are probably now, a bit skeptical at first, but it seems to be working for the time being. What is it about the smart ones that I find attractive?
Going for the walk soon. I've been training, but not enough. I hope to hell it doesn't kick my ass. I made my goal but it is still a good cause. If you want to donate (I'm a little tired of whoring myself out for donations. Hence the lack of a link.) email me and I'll give you the info. Or just go to a previous blog and clicky the linky. It's on the 12th and 13th of next month so feel free to send me emails or comments of encouragement.
And then, it's motherfuckingIreland.
Sounds like a good time to me.
I just now realized that I've written this blog to tell you all of the new things that have happened in my life and I haven't touched on anything that you haven't heard before. Hmm.
Going to this for the second year in a row.
Fucking great music
Last year was a blast. Heard some great bands. Found some new ones. All in all, had a great time.
What else? Talked about girls and walking and talked about Ireland and Tom Waits...hmm. Did I mention that Vampire Weekend is my newest guilty pleasure? "Poppy" as all hell but really a good band.
And, my biggest crush lately?
The wonderful Ms. Jenny Lewis can do no wrong. Especially with a song like this.
Portions For Foxes
"I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you
but just bein' around you offers me another form of relief "
What a fucking great lyric.
So, Connie - feel better
Pretty Vacant- Hug your doggie
Fox- go drink a scotch
Capn J- (if you're around) Go get a proper pint for me. I might be in your neck of the habitat soon.
Charles dear- I'm still looking forward to that drink. (I imagine, it being Time O' Pride and all, that your having yourself more than a couple.
Dex- I should come over for a beer.
Ms. Becca- You know what I mean about that Jenny Lewis goddess.
Mr. ChocolateJ- Those pics will be coming. (No, not those you perv. The Tom Waits in Ireland ones)
Margot- We're neighbors now. Let me know if you wanna visit.
And Voss, hun, Sorry. Wasn't drunk enough to leave the blog you'd find interesting. You know, the kind where I tell you what I think about your hopeful pics. 
If that makes me creepy, well then I find it a fitting adjective.
Anyone else? Respond to the blog and I'll include ya. Always looking to make friends. (Like I can talk. I'm horrible at leaving comments.)
Have a good Fourth. Don't let anything blow up in your hands. Unless you are a male. A lonely lonely male. Or, if you know one and feel like being a very giving person. (um yeah, can you pass the kleenex?)
