i didn't miss it
charlottesville. i'm almost ready to leave here. but as i consider the very real reality that i will really be leaving here then i start getting nervous thinking of all the stuff i've got to do before i leave. none of it really has anything to do with charlottesville particularly, but more to do with charlottesville's proximity to other places. i have to go to DC a bunch more times. new york a bunch more. the island off virginia with the wild horses and snow geese. and i think that's it. maybe also tour around west virginia to get some creepy pictures.
i got back here and i was mad for days. mad when i remembered the kind of lifestyle i'd been leading. hectic and rushed and disorganized and hectic. and i remembered how i was poor. then i said to myself, "No More." No more. so now i'm taking life on my terms. and i'm going to make some GD money. well i'm off to a good start. i was mad as absolute hell for a day or two. i cleaned the bathroom, washed all the f'ing laundry, cleaned the gd car. i'm calling the shots with the paper too. if i don't want an assignment, i just say, "No godammit, I don't want it." And they ain't got nowhere to go because they needs me. especially right now, when they're weak and vulnerable. haha.
i'm a flickr addict. i check my stats like a junky checks for useable veins. like a fastfood worker pockets small change at the drive-thru window. everyone go see my goddam site. www.flickr.com/photos/880. thanks god for pierre bezuhov for giving me the pro account. i'm forever in his debt. and when some of my checks come in, i'll shower him with gifts. although when i read how he never tries to retrieve those parcels from the mail service, perhaps i'll wait to shower him til i see him in person. with gifts.
i been storing up so much stuff to say for days, and now it's all atrophied and flaked off and turned into dust. shoot. i'll remember more of these revelations again.
well, should i start a daily photo diary. 365 photos of 2005. get a good one at least once a day. is that a challenge. that ain't nothin. it's all i ever do. we are two lost souls in a hot air balloon obliged to face the truth.
i got back here and i was mad for days. mad when i remembered the kind of lifestyle i'd been leading. hectic and rushed and disorganized and hectic. and i remembered how i was poor. then i said to myself, "No More." No more. so now i'm taking life on my terms. and i'm going to make some GD money. well i'm off to a good start. i was mad as absolute hell for a day or two. i cleaned the bathroom, washed all the f'ing laundry, cleaned the gd car. i'm calling the shots with the paper too. if i don't want an assignment, i just say, "No godammit, I don't want it." And they ain't got nowhere to go because they needs me. especially right now, when they're weak and vulnerable. haha.
i'm a flickr addict. i check my stats like a junky checks for useable veins. like a fastfood worker pockets small change at the drive-thru window. everyone go see my goddam site. www.flickr.com/photos/880. thanks god for pierre bezuhov for giving me the pro account. i'm forever in his debt. and when some of my checks come in, i'll shower him with gifts. although when i read how he never tries to retrieve those parcels from the mail service, perhaps i'll wait to shower him til i see him in person. with gifts.
i been storing up so much stuff to say for days, and now it's all atrophied and flaked off and turned into dust. shoot. i'll remember more of these revelations again.
well, should i start a daily photo diary. 365 photos of 2005. get a good one at least once a day. is that a challenge. that ain't nothin. it's all i ever do. we are two lost souls in a hot air balloon obliged to face the truth.