yeah... i'm still lagging. soul lag, the elastic in the little silver thread has pooped out, and i think i'm reelin in my soul from somwhere in British Columbia. maybe by tomorrow the damned thing will pick up the pace and grab a piece of the Yukon. if it were smart i'd just cut cross country, but ooooh, nooooo it's gotta take the same damn path i took. all 3000 fuckin miles of it.
i hope it got better action at the strip club in portland. oh well. at least i got some good social engineering in.
and it was good to be in Seattle, if only for breakfast.
perspective: let's say it takes you, oh, maybe 30 minutes to drive to the grocery store. maybe more, maybe less, but that's the number i'm going with so deal. now let's also say you go to the store, oh maybe 4 times a week. that's about 8 hours out of your life a month. my little "vacation" drive back from CA is roughly equivalent to 8 months of you driving to the store. 8 months, in 4 days. this is what i do to "relax" and "have fun". Clearly something is wrong with my head, but i love it and wouldn't change for anything short of everlasting love and devotion. and even then...
i'm still hurtin a little... but the play by play will be coming soon, unless i totally slack out of it and binge drink all the little memories bubbles into the gutter.
so for now i'll just read some new tripe, struggle with lust and sleep, and power munch some tylenol. good luck to me... even though i prolly don't need it.
por vous
♥
i hope it got better action at the strip club in portland. oh well. at least i got some good social engineering in.
and it was good to be in Seattle, if only for breakfast.
perspective: let's say it takes you, oh, maybe 30 minutes to drive to the grocery store. maybe more, maybe less, but that's the number i'm going with so deal. now let's also say you go to the store, oh maybe 4 times a week. that's about 8 hours out of your life a month. my little "vacation" drive back from CA is roughly equivalent to 8 months of you driving to the store. 8 months, in 4 days. this is what i do to "relax" and "have fun". Clearly something is wrong with my head, but i love it and wouldn't change for anything short of everlasting love and devotion. and even then...
i'm still hurtin a little... but the play by play will be coming soon, unless i totally slack out of it and binge drink all the little memories bubbles into the gutter.
so for now i'll just read some new tripe, struggle with lust and sleep, and power munch some tylenol. good luck to me... even though i prolly don't need it.
por vous
♥
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I wrote him a postcard and a letter from over there, but it's been a week and I haven't heard from him.
It's not my fault. I just wasn't prepared for the sweet talk that a Texas boy can bring to the table. It's some next level shit compared to the California kids I grew up with, lemme tell you.
Honestly though, we really are just friends. And I miss talking to my friend.