attikenanabazmen
at the beginning of the summer, i felt stifled, in a couple of ways.
there was no one here at home for me to play with, or even interact with.
due to a whole 3 litters of kittens, the house greeted me much below the "i'm coming home for summer, i hope my home is clean and fresh and new-feeling" standards.
little furry spots everywhere.
the frustration with this yielded several artistic efforts, but those were soon halted by a harsh construction job (i have a farmer's tan, only amy will really know its severity).
but now i'm ending that, too.
i feel all these things finally coming.
my bank account is recovering from a pricey plane ticket
getting ready to be bruised again by a couple of gasoline chugging adventures.
and i'm more than ok with that.
a nice vacation to the higher peak of living, as they call it, and later to el capital.
i'm also more than ok with the beginning of a pottery collection:
a face jug
an oversized mug
tomorrow is a party in charleston, thrown by my sister and old college roommate.
a real dress-down, have fun thing. i'm going to make it signify my freedom from a job that, honestly, should be deemed inhumane. no man should shovel for 10 hours. not even john allen after he accidentally plays a song instead of adding it to a wonderful on-the-go playlist.
not.even.him.
and soon after that i will finally get some much needed time with amy
and god if i don't need that.
and after that, i plan on getting back into my previous reading routine, which mainly consists of finishing sandman before i go to barcelona, so that she can make herself feel better about how dinky her graphic novel section looks right now.
seriously.
southern fiction could totally take your graphic novel section right now.
don't know where that came from
is there a such thing as southern fiction?
i miss everyone, and cannot wait for the wheels to start turning.
there was no one here at home for me to play with, or even interact with.
due to a whole 3 litters of kittens, the house greeted me much below the "i'm coming home for summer, i hope my home is clean and fresh and new-feeling" standards.
little furry spots everywhere.
the frustration with this yielded several artistic efforts, but those were soon halted by a harsh construction job (i have a farmer's tan, only amy will really know its severity).
but now i'm ending that, too.
i feel all these things finally coming.
my bank account is recovering from a pricey plane ticket
getting ready to be bruised again by a couple of gasoline chugging adventures.
and i'm more than ok with that.
a nice vacation to the higher peak of living, as they call it, and later to el capital.
i'm also more than ok with the beginning of a pottery collection:
a face jug
an oversized mug
tomorrow is a party in charleston, thrown by my sister and old college roommate.
a real dress-down, have fun thing. i'm going to make it signify my freedom from a job that, honestly, should be deemed inhumane. no man should shovel for 10 hours. not even john allen after he accidentally plays a song instead of adding it to a wonderful on-the-go playlist.
not.even.him.
and soon after that i will finally get some much needed time with amy
and god if i don't need that.
and after that, i plan on getting back into my previous reading routine, which mainly consists of finishing sandman before i go to barcelona, so that she can make herself feel better about how dinky her graphic novel section looks right now.
seriously.
southern fiction could totally take your graphic novel section right now.
don't know where that came from
is there a such thing as southern fiction?
i miss everyone, and cannot wait for the wheels to start turning.