Thanks for the killer game of Crisco Twister…
So here I stand -- ready. Well, almost. I’m surrounded by gifts from people - of people, of materials to help me along my way, and with so many amazing memories.
I think my last two posts summarize everything I can articulate for the time being. Truth be told, I’m not in much of a mood to update either, although I still enjoy attempting to bring dry wit to your journal posts. I mean, I have a lot to say, but neither the time or patience to formulize a decent post. Not that I put any thought behind what I write, but you get the idea. I hope.
I’m going to use the remainder of my time here to take it all in, relax my mind, and shoot the proverbial shit. I don’t know when I’ll be posting again, but I think that my journal will take a different shape, tone, and perhaps user-name as I attempt to make friends in an unfamiliar place, and get tuned into whatever frequency it was I was seeking in the first place. Have no fear…I will chronicle my confrontations with trust-fundian rebels, and other assorted scumbags, with their neo-fascist ideals and cowardly assessment of western civilization’s decline. As well as the variety of people I’m hoping to meet, with their insightful observations and overall awesomeness. Expect sordid tales of ice skating and aimless strolls around the city. And stuff about food. And the music scene. And women. And kicking ass.
I hope all of you have fantastic New Year’s celebrations, and I’ll be back soon. In the meantime, I encourage you to make a few more LJ friends. Surely you’ll find interesting folk on my friends page, and I already know two people who would be PERFECT LJ buddies (but I’ll let them figure that out tee-hee). If anyone wants to holla at ya boy, just shoot me an email or something (unless you’re on AIM at 3am). And if need be, I’ll get in touch with you. Or at least try. For now, I’ll leave you the less thematic version of a what I once was able to recite from memory…
If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own friendship! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice? - Richard Bach