one year later...
well for the first time in 3 years i finally broke down and have internet connection that will enable me the old piss and moAN of yore. havent updated in almost 1 year but feel the need to since i have access to livejournal soul bleed writery. wish i could say that things have changed, yet i find myself in the same boat, with a different cast of characters i suppose. tonight: met italians and some misinformed secret crush i never knew existed, all the while man slobbering for the wrong drool cup didnt even bat an eyelash in my unrequited drunken approach. spoke to a civil engineer out of sheer boredom only to notice my party of 2 was \being accosted by authority figures letting them know their only option was to leave after inadvertent lesbian foot stepping. broken hearts lead to drunken birthday impersonations which supplied us with enough ethanol to fuel more bad decision head on the bar sympathy calls. unnafected and cold to it all it was time to go home. chicago is old stale and over cooked but i keep on the edge of my seat waiting for film to develop which seemingly never will. like a bad polaroid, will see how it turns out. i keep waving and blowing and hoping, but the high contrast and chemical smudges keep getting in the way of clarity. intersting times although i feel like im 3 years back in austin waiting or forcing better things to arise. ho hum.