riding the ride
Hi, everyone.
Today is moving day. I don't need to be out of here, since J isn't getting a new roommate or anything, and I'm still welcome here. But for my own sanity (sending love to you, princessrugger!), I have to. I can't stretch this out -- I've got to monopolize on whatever energy I can harness. Whee-hoo, cowboy! Gotta lasso that energy, yessirreebob.
Just to get this off my chest... last night was a bitch. Have any of you ever experienced this -- how to explain... it's like a yearning, a craving as strong as hunger or the need for sleep or having to pee really really bad. But it's not any of those things. It's like, remember the Six Feet Under episode in the first season when David finally gets back to Keith's house after his dad's funeral and just cracks and Keith holds him and David's all, "I need... I need..." -- THAT is how it is. Felt that last night. And if I could harness that, I think, and feed that need not with food or drugs or sex but with something physically and emotionally healthy, well, I'd be one happy puppy.
And now... time to be inspired by the FREE cd sampler I picked up off the side of the road when I was yardsaling/dumpstering last weekend. Free! Everything! Along with a bunch more cd's, VHS movies, a Super Nintendo that works, Taboo, and a sweet brown cloth bag. Yep, I'm moving and need to pack. Procrastination? Get in gear, P! Okay. Listen to the music and shake my ass. By packing boxes, that is. 1... 2... 3... and I'm off!
Today is moving day. I don't need to be out of here, since J isn't getting a new roommate or anything, and I'm still welcome here. But for my own sanity (sending love to you, princessrugger!), I have to. I can't stretch this out -- I've got to monopolize on whatever energy I can harness. Whee-hoo, cowboy! Gotta lasso that energy, yessirreebob.
Just to get this off my chest... last night was a bitch. Have any of you ever experienced this -- how to explain... it's like a yearning, a craving as strong as hunger or the need for sleep or having to pee really really bad. But it's not any of those things. It's like, remember the Six Feet Under episode in the first season when David finally gets back to Keith's house after his dad's funeral and just cracks and Keith holds him and David's all, "I need... I need..." -- THAT is how it is. Felt that last night. And if I could harness that, I think, and feed that need not with food or drugs or sex but with something physically and emotionally healthy, well, I'd be one happy puppy.
And now... time to be inspired by the FREE cd sampler I picked up off the side of the road when I was yardsaling/dumpstering last weekend. Free! Everything! Along with a bunch more cd's, VHS movies, a Super Nintendo that works, Taboo, and a sweet brown cloth bag. Yep, I'm moving and need to pack. Procrastination? Get in gear, P! Okay. Listen to the music and shake my ass. By packing boxes, that is. 1... 2... 3... and I'm off!