So, I haven't really gotten out of bed for a week. If you know me, you know that this usually a cause for rejoicing. However, it's one of those oh-God-I-just-can't-do-it-pass-the-Anne-Sexton-please things. There's a part of me that feels like it's already back in Atlanta. Also, I haven't talked to my Dad in as much time, and I'm a little worried, what with him being sick and all. I didn't go to work Monday beacuse I slept until 30 minutes before I was supposed to get off. Hooray for jobs from which you can't get fired! I did go yesterday and then did a tutoring lesson after that, and it was good to get out for a few hours, but then I was right back here. I need to get some motivation, dangit! I haven't even been writing really. Meh.
Good stuff: I talked to Brian, and we're going to resume the band when I get back, this time as a two-piece focusing on studio stuff. We've actually gotten a good bit of praise in the press and on blogs since I left, and more radio play as well. Nothing huge, but I think it's made him want to push a little harder again. I'm fucking thrilled. We're going to try to organize some benefit shows for our friend Emily's dog, Stan, who needs surgery. You should come. I'll let you know.
Also, Scott and I are going to get a place together again when I get back. He's supposedly on the hunt now for a place to move into July 1st, hopefully still in Candler Park. He's been living with our friend Heather since I left. She didn't really have any stuff of her own, so she moved into my room and used my furniture. The catch is, she wanted her own furniture and threw a bunch of mine in the dumpster. My furniture. In the dumpster. It was a really nice queen-size bed! Like, an expensive one my Mom gave me for my birthday/Xmas a few years ago. It was the first big-boy bed I ever had. Dang. I also lost my desk, which was part of this awesome dark oak matching set I had from the sixties. I think I lost a bookshelf, too, but I'm not sure. I told her I was a weeeee bit pissed, and she said she thought I wasn't coming back, so.... Come on! An email, maybe? "Hey, I'm gonna get some of my own stuff. Do you want yours? What should I do with it?" She said she's going to buy me new stuff when I get back, but we all know that bitch is broke!
Wait, this was supposed to be the good-stuff section. Shit, sorry.
Umm... I made a delicious pot of coffee this fine morning. It's Spring here, finally. Yesterday was the first proper day of t-shirt weather. Good thing I left the house! I'm thinking about getting shorts. It's kind of a big step for me. I wore some Summer before last, but it was part of this giving-up thing. It's hard to explain. Taylor knows. Oh yeah! Isn't that a cooooool old picture of me and her that I found? The one with the chicken bone. Man, I love that girl. She moves out of Atlanta two days after I get back, so she's gonna meet me at the airport (WITH MY TRUCK!!!), and we're gonna hang out for 48 hours straight and cry a lot, and then I'll put her on the plane. She's a good ol' girl. I'm glad "the one that got away" is now my best friend. Sometimes things go right.
Ok, bye.
Good stuff: I talked to Brian, and we're going to resume the band when I get back, this time as a two-piece focusing on studio stuff. We've actually gotten a good bit of praise in the press and on blogs since I left, and more radio play as well. Nothing huge, but I think it's made him want to push a little harder again. I'm fucking thrilled. We're going to try to organize some benefit shows for our friend Emily's dog, Stan, who needs surgery. You should come. I'll let you know.
Also, Scott and I are going to get a place together again when I get back. He's supposedly on the hunt now for a place to move into July 1st, hopefully still in Candler Park. He's been living with our friend Heather since I left. She didn't really have any stuff of her own, so she moved into my room and used my furniture. The catch is, she wanted her own furniture and threw a bunch of mine in the dumpster. My furniture. In the dumpster. It was a really nice queen-size bed! Like, an expensive one my Mom gave me for my birthday/Xmas a few years ago. It was the first big-boy bed I ever had. Dang. I also lost my desk, which was part of this awesome dark oak matching set I had from the sixties. I think I lost a bookshelf, too, but I'm not sure. I told her I was a weeeee bit pissed, and she said she thought I wasn't coming back, so.... Come on! An email, maybe? "Hey, I'm gonna get some of my own stuff. Do you want yours? What should I do with it?" She said she's going to buy me new stuff when I get back, but we all know that bitch is broke!
Wait, this was supposed to be the good-stuff section. Shit, sorry.
Umm... I made a delicious pot of coffee this fine morning. It's Spring here, finally. Yesterday was the first proper day of t-shirt weather. Good thing I left the house! I'm thinking about getting shorts. It's kind of a big step for me. I wore some Summer before last, but it was part of this giving-up thing. It's hard to explain. Taylor knows. Oh yeah! Isn't that a cooooool old picture of me and her that I found? The one with the chicken bone. Man, I love that girl. She moves out of Atlanta two days after I get back, so she's gonna meet me at the airport (WITH MY TRUCK!!!), and we're gonna hang out for 48 hours straight and cry a lot, and then I'll put her on the plane. She's a good ol' girl. I'm glad "the one that got away" is now my best friend. Sometimes things go right.
Ok, bye.
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make sure when you come back stateside to go to ihop promptly