There are lots of things I could blog about today.
I'm not sure if I will or not. I could talk about how I got married, or how the honeymoon was the best week I'd ever had up to that moment, or how life kicked us in the ass when we got back to reality. Y'know. Not a bad kick in the ass. A necessary and "THIS IS GROWN-UP LIFE" (or as grown-up as we'll get) kick in the ass. So, like, as good one? I'm tired. Day shift has me up early. I live an hour away from where I work now, as does Jason, and day shift starts at 7. Ya.
Which brings me to the point of possibly talking about how I work full-time now at a hospital. Soon, I will be working full-time midnight shift in CT and x-ray. Yup. I'm like an adult now or something. With a sweet apartment. Yup.
But, I'm not really gonna talk about that stuff. That up there is all I really want to say about it. It's good, it's great, it's wonderful. Things are coming together. I'm about to buy Sigur Ros' Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust on vinyl from my Mosh Pit friend, Katie. Unopened. I can now put out my record player and all my records and enjoy them every day. All of my original Gaslight pressings. My Beethoven. I can't wait.
I've found that I can be quite domestic, too. And we can play and fuck and make love and walk around naked (that's really just me) and just generally enjoy life. I'm almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, yeah? Like, you're finally really happy, with everything you wanted, so we're (being fate/life/whatever) going to just fuck things up a little. That's okay, though. Without unhappiness and hard times, the good and great and magnificent just aren't as enjoyable. I know that's totally fucking cliche, but it's true.
And now I must finish my Four Year Strong download and go to bed. Jason's calling. ;)
k
P.S. Warped in Cincy on July 28th right after a night shift that ends at 7:00 A.M. Fucking punk rock, bitches. That's what that is.
Which brings me to the point of possibly talking about how I work full-time now at a hospital. Soon, I will be working full-time midnight shift in CT and x-ray. Yup. I'm like an adult now or something. With a sweet apartment. Yup.
But, I'm not really gonna talk about that stuff. That up there is all I really want to say about it. It's good, it's great, it's wonderful. Things are coming together. I'm about to buy Sigur Ros' Með suð í eyrum við spilum endalaust on vinyl from my Mosh Pit friend, Katie. Unopened. I can now put out my record player and all my records and enjoy them every day. All of my original Gaslight pressings. My Beethoven. I can't wait.
I've found that I can be quite domestic, too. And we can play and fuck and make love and walk around naked (that's really just me) and just generally enjoy life. I'm almost waiting for the other shoe to drop, yeah? Like, you're finally really happy, with everything you wanted, so we're (being fate/life/whatever) going to just fuck things up a little. That's okay, though. Without unhappiness and hard times, the good and great and magnificent just aren't as enjoyable. I know that's totally fucking cliche, but it's true.
And now I must finish my Four Year Strong download and go to bed. Jason's calling. ;)
k
P.S. Warped in Cincy on July 28th right after a night shift that ends at 7:00 A.M. Fucking punk rock, bitches. That's what that is.