crap test
as most of you can so very very well tell, i have been distracted for over half a year. this is to say that i have not only been busy, but have been without need of computer or its consolance. this is to say, also, that i have not had anything to say. to anyone.
i have been in omaha, romping around countrysides looking for letterboxes ( http://www.letterboxing.org/ ), trying to find out what happened to showbiz pizza (yes, and discovering its bar), finding the last soda fountain and chocolate phosphate, stenciling things i ought not to, and falling in love all over again. all this and working at a brew pub. this was omaha, and i was so very fucking happy. so so so so so happy.
then i moved back to chicago.
why? i'd promised a few people i would.. i promised a college i would. i promised myself in january (the time of my disappearance) that i would. i wouldn't have had i'd of know the exact circumstances i would happen apon and the aforementioned people that would not be happened apon.
the whole damn city has retracted its promises- and i am terrible at improvising.
so far this last month and a half:
-ive talked, dreamt, and pined for omaha. every bit of it
-gotten sick twice
-got pickpocketed and left penniless, IDless, social securityless
-stumbled into a few very avoidable messes
-drank far too much. much being any at all.
-cannot find steady job
-causing discomfort and being discomforted by the buddy/highschool realm. can't go over anymore.
i mean, sure, there are some good things ive experienced here... but it is so unlike me to mention them. i'll do it in spite of myself:
-saw a squirrel walk on its back legs
-have worked on the beach at its cafe every weekend
-have been cut easy breaks (though i could have avoiding having been cut breaks had i'd not left omaha)(sorry)
-going to school..
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i'm back though now, everyone. not consistantly, not wholly, but here i am.
773.817.6287
i'd prefer you avoid (restrain from?)calling me until after the 29th, as i will be back in omaha this coming week and will be busy doing nothing with the finest people in the world. but i am sick of improvising. wishing to see a few of you sooner than later, hoping you'll make me smile.
i have been in omaha, romping around countrysides looking for letterboxes ( http://www.letterboxing.org/ ), trying to find out what happened to showbiz pizza (yes, and discovering its bar), finding the last soda fountain and chocolate phosphate, stenciling things i ought not to, and falling in love all over again. all this and working at a brew pub. this was omaha, and i was so very fucking happy. so so so so so happy.
then i moved back to chicago.
why? i'd promised a few people i would.. i promised a college i would. i promised myself in january (the time of my disappearance) that i would. i wouldn't have had i'd of know the exact circumstances i would happen apon and the aforementioned people that would not be happened apon.
the whole damn city has retracted its promises- and i am terrible at improvising.
so far this last month and a half:
-ive talked, dreamt, and pined for omaha. every bit of it
-gotten sick twice
-got pickpocketed and left penniless, IDless, social securityless
-stumbled into a few very avoidable messes
-drank far too much. much being any at all.
-cannot find steady job
-causing discomfort and being discomforted by the buddy/highschool realm. can't go over anymore.
i mean, sure, there are some good things ive experienced here... but it is so unlike me to mention them. i'll do it in spite of myself:
-saw a squirrel walk on its back legs
-have worked on the beach at its cafe every weekend
-have been cut easy breaks (though i could have avoiding having been cut breaks had i'd not left omaha)(sorry)
-going to school..
-
i'm back though now, everyone. not consistantly, not wholly, but here i am.
773.817.6287
i'd prefer you avoid (restrain from?)calling me until after the 29th, as i will be back in omaha this coming week and will be busy doing nothing with the finest people in the world. but i am sick of improvising. wishing to see a few of you sooner than later, hoping you'll make me smile.