Hi.
I know I haven't written anything in a long time, and my brain has been begging for release. As if I've been denying myself something so basic for human need as breathing, walking, drinking water... my writing and expression just hasn't been easy. There have been a number of different things going on in my life that normally would warrant at least a biweekly diary entry, but I've been so apathetic and lazy and bothered in my head that it seems almost too much effort.
Hopefully, until only now.
It's Monday, and I've got a major case of it. Didn't sleep too well, relationship troubles in my mind and Sandy dog's eyeball boo boo on top of moving and truck coordination, things have been hectic. Not hectic enough to kill any excitement of the change: the new house has potential. Last night after talking out some of our aggression we took the rest out on the dog stained death smelling carpet in my bedroom. It was SO stanky that I could barely stand inside the room for more than a minute- the nausea came not in waves but as one 600' tsunami of displeasure. Hopefully we can work out some kind of deal with the landlordy for either a new carpet or a nice finish job on the wood- which is stained in more places than one from dog piss or death jelly or who knows what.
Regardless, of all the stress of moving and the lack of support from so-called friends and family who hold the holier-than-thou hipster mission attitude that we are living in butt-fuck Repuplicana Land, far from anything especially a trip to say hi...
So whether or not we're really on our own out there, it'll be our home, ours to love and fight in, though hopefully not the latter...
=o)
2 comments:
hey, I like your house, plus doggy piss is good, full of memories, o sweet memories. the good thing about living with republicans is that they won't smoke any of your weed man.
sounds turbulent. we should chat when you get into the fe in a week? or so. some good conversation and relaxing on my darth vader couch will soon alleviate your worries! :)
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