...But You Are Not A Jedi Yet!!!!
My training as a pseudo-master of the field of Kiniseology is back and underway for one more milennium (holy shit I cannot believe I'm about to put the 'sp?' symbol here).
Just one more year and I'm gone.
Until then, I've found myself still the same old Grant Midstokke Poley. Playing music, sometimes, alone. Also, infatuated with a demon-goddess that has once considered herself a "recovering lesbian." I can't tell if we are really dating or not (I mean in the sense of being exclusive). But hey, she might meet my parents this weekend and I'm helping her move in. I'm keeping my options and drinking of Drano open, but who knows. Since "Canned Ice," I haven't been comfortable in the exclusive dating scene. You know, the kind where you make videos and shit for possible phlebotomists to extract your inner being(s). Maybe I hold a standard still to people I get deeply involved with. It's more than possibly so. Honestly, nothing will be more adult and awesome as those days. Maybe I'm also scared of growing up. Maybe my inner child is the one who has kept me sane throughout the years. There is some maturity in there that kid though. I mean, I can take responsibility and I am able to deal, with bad/stupid/inane decisions that involve myself and perhaps another suiter.
But I'm willing to take a chance on this person. Why you ask? I've known this person for more than 2 years. And we've been practically taking it slow for that amount of time. 2 years I mean. If it doesn't work, I'm cool with it. If it does work? Well, she'll have met my parents.
Man, I think I love scotch more than pissed-off, decrepit, old people. Is that ok?!
Just one more year and I'm gone.
Until then, I've found myself still the same old Grant Midstokke Poley. Playing music, sometimes, alone. Also, infatuated with a demon-goddess that has once considered herself a "recovering lesbian." I can't tell if we are really dating or not (I mean in the sense of being exclusive). But hey, she might meet my parents this weekend and I'm helping her move in. I'm keeping my options and drinking of Drano open, but who knows. Since "Canned Ice," I haven't been comfortable in the exclusive dating scene. You know, the kind where you make videos and shit for possible phlebotomists to extract your inner being(s). Maybe I hold a standard still to people I get deeply involved with. It's more than possibly so. Honestly, nothing will be more adult and awesome as those days. Maybe I'm also scared of growing up. Maybe my inner child is the one who has kept me sane throughout the years. There is some maturity in there that kid though. I mean, I can take responsibility and I am able to deal, with bad/stupid/inane decisions that involve myself and perhaps another suiter.
But I'm willing to take a chance on this person. Why you ask? I've known this person for more than 2 years. And we've been practically taking it slow for that amount of time. 2 years I mean. If it doesn't work, I'm cool with it. If it does work? Well, she'll have met my parents.
Man, I think I love scotch more than pissed-off, decrepit, old people. Is that ok?!