Erics apartment here in flagstaff is not what I was thinking it would be like, but nice nonetheless, and a comfortable place to crash till I find my own place. I might move to jerome, which is an artists community and old ghost town with a population of 329 people.
I guess I can get a job there through a friend just as easily as I could in flagstaff.
Erics apartment has all this nice old artistic looking stuff, comfortably familiar, it was all in his old house back home, but his roomates have all this phish and grateful dead swag everywhere.
Fucking hippies. You know I love them anyway.
We drove up here from tucson yesterday and when we got here he shaved my head, good friends will do that for you.
I am starving here, I had better go begin to explore the city, nice, 7000 feet, still technicall desert but there is snow on the mountaintops in february.
It is a bright and sunny day, albeit a bit chilly up here.
When we were in thailand, eric and I, I was looking everywhere for a silk robe, fucking everywhere, and he finally found one, one day.
That was 2 years ago, he felt so guilty about having not told me before this he just gave me his, nice, blue and black, reversable.
We are seriously starting to consider what our life is worth and what our goals are and who and what we give a shit about.
Internet, these new perogatives do not bode well for you, and if we cannot begin to really artistically fullfill outselves on here, or at least make some dough somehow to eke out a living, I am afraid you may have to go.
I left wisconsin the mornign of the 4th, packed everything I was going to move across the country with in 2 suitcases and a carry on and got my ass the hell to arizona, where it is warm.
The day before I had lost my wallet and was freaking out all day trying to find a replacement ID somewhere, but I had to get this form or this form or we dont do that here and you need some other shit and you have to go over here before they close at this time and anyway I am going to come back with a rifle and end all this paperwork
then the flight out which was great, I love planes and being in airports they DID lost my luggage, and at that point I had been wearing the same clothes for literally a week and had not showered in several days (at least like...I dunno, 3) and I had a nice conversation with a wonderful girl on the plane, or one of the planes anyway who was from phoenix (okay, glendale) and was a christian southern baptist but lovely and possesing a wonderful intelligence.
The night before I left I was hanging with a girl I had been working with in Wisconsin, lovely girl, bright, beautiful, heart of gold, we had been eyeing each other up for months but always in a relationship, anyway, we really hit it off, really spoke and make a connection and all this, and I ended up rubbing her leg and sitting next to her and singing to myself almost every song on magical mystery tour because I was all drunk on various kinds of white wine.
So in the morning when I woke up passed out on the floor with my stinky fucking clothes and with no pillow and no blanket and no nothing I immediately thought FUCK why didnt I kiss that girl!! and I had to leave a few hours, it was 6 in the morning, and ran some errands, but I called her and said
why did I not kiss you, I am such an ass, and all this, and email me and what have you
She emailed me back later that day saying
It is a shame I did not get to know you better
I should come down to arizona
you must have been REALLY drunk because YOU DID kiss me.
Which is great, I still do not remember but I do not have to live with that regret anymore. I hope it was great. She is adorable.
I guess I can get a job there through a friend just as easily as I could in flagstaff.
Erics apartment has all this nice old artistic looking stuff, comfortably familiar, it was all in his old house back home, but his roomates have all this phish and grateful dead swag everywhere.
Fucking hippies. You know I love them anyway.
We drove up here from tucson yesterday and when we got here he shaved my head, good friends will do that for you.
I am starving here, I had better go begin to explore the city, nice, 7000 feet, still technicall desert but there is snow on the mountaintops in february.
It is a bright and sunny day, albeit a bit chilly up here.
When we were in thailand, eric and I, I was looking everywhere for a silk robe, fucking everywhere, and he finally found one, one day.
That was 2 years ago, he felt so guilty about having not told me before this he just gave me his, nice, blue and black, reversable.
We are seriously starting to consider what our life is worth and what our goals are and who and what we give a shit about.
Internet, these new perogatives do not bode well for you, and if we cannot begin to really artistically fullfill outselves on here, or at least make some dough somehow to eke out a living, I am afraid you may have to go.
I left wisconsin the mornign of the 4th, packed everything I was going to move across the country with in 2 suitcases and a carry on and got my ass the hell to arizona, where it is warm.
The day before I had lost my wallet and was freaking out all day trying to find a replacement ID somewhere, but I had to get this form or this form or we dont do that here and you need some other shit and you have to go over here before they close at this time and anyway I am going to come back with a rifle and end all this paperwork
then the flight out which was great, I love planes and being in airports they DID lost my luggage, and at that point I had been wearing the same clothes for literally a week and had not showered in several days (at least like...I dunno, 3) and I had a nice conversation with a wonderful girl on the plane, or one of the planes anyway who was from phoenix (okay, glendale) and was a christian southern baptist but lovely and possesing a wonderful intelligence.
The night before I left I was hanging with a girl I had been working with in Wisconsin, lovely girl, bright, beautiful, heart of gold, we had been eyeing each other up for months but always in a relationship, anyway, we really hit it off, really spoke and make a connection and all this, and I ended up rubbing her leg and sitting next to her and singing to myself almost every song on magical mystery tour because I was all drunk on various kinds of white wine.
So in the morning when I woke up passed out on the floor with my stinky fucking clothes and with no pillow and no blanket and no nothing I immediately thought FUCK why didnt I kiss that girl!! and I had to leave a few hours, it was 6 in the morning, and ran some errands, but I called her and said
why did I not kiss you, I am such an ass, and all this, and email me and what have you
She emailed me back later that day saying
It is a shame I did not get to know you better
I should come down to arizona
you must have been REALLY drunk because YOU DID kiss me.
Which is great, I still do not remember but I do not have to live with that regret anymore. I hope it was great. She is adorable.