why hello live journal!
i can't even try to sum up what has happened to me over the past who knows when...I see this as a new beginning. The past two weeks have enlightened me in to many ways to count. Although i feel obligated to enlighten on past events, it is not really necessary. It will come out in itself through this post i'm sure.
Two weeks ago
The year had just turned a shiny new 2006 and i was working, not to hard i tell you, til the wee bitty hours of the morning. I know, a great way to ring in the new beginning. At the same time this represents a beginning that i've taken in stride over the past year/months. Honing a craft is nothing to shy away from. I arrived back at my homestead shortly before two and upon entering my dwelling i was greeted by three persons whom i've never been acquainted with before. Normally this would not uppose a problem. On this occasion however, they were surrounded with puke buckets. After letting this slide, i walked through my dining room and in to the kitchen where i was greeted with drabble and jibberish, more from whom i don't know. Was then ridiculed by a loose lipped lass who wishes she would have an ounce of passion, which she calls a man that is willing to support her, tell me i'm ridiculous for following a path i enjoy very much. BREATHE. That's how that night went down. If you know me personally, I will not let simple remarks just let go. I'm guilty of the same offense, but have many angles on addressing the situation. Unfortunately, this child was ill equipped with the necessary means of conversation and it was soon out the door and off to bed. Happy New Year.
A day after Jill and Sarah were on a plane to Oregon, which left me to my lonesome for the past two weeks....Left all alone for two weeks. Well behaved i was despite the torture of a man tied in the love of his world with the freedom of a man on the prowl. I was Good. Two weeks now. She is still the only woman i want to share my time with. On the other hand, I've realized how much i miss being by myself. Some will call it lame. I cherrish the times, hate them too, that i'm left to myself. At these times I really get to see who I am and explore with a sense of absolute freedom that i've lovingly neglected. It is at this time once again that i'm here typing this. What I've conjured of my spare time will come out tomorrow, if not later tonight. It's really got me going...and it's good.
Two weeks ago
The year had just turned a shiny new 2006 and i was working, not to hard i tell you, til the wee bitty hours of the morning. I know, a great way to ring in the new beginning. At the same time this represents a beginning that i've taken in stride over the past year/months. Honing a craft is nothing to shy away from. I arrived back at my homestead shortly before two and upon entering my dwelling i was greeted by three persons whom i've never been acquainted with before. Normally this would not uppose a problem. On this occasion however, they were surrounded with puke buckets. After letting this slide, i walked through my dining room and in to the kitchen where i was greeted with drabble and jibberish, more from whom i don't know. Was then ridiculed by a loose lipped lass who wishes she would have an ounce of passion, which she calls a man that is willing to support her, tell me i'm ridiculous for following a path i enjoy very much. BREATHE. That's how that night went down. If you know me personally, I will not let simple remarks just let go. I'm guilty of the same offense, but have many angles on addressing the situation. Unfortunately, this child was ill equipped with the necessary means of conversation and it was soon out the door and off to bed. Happy New Year.
A day after Jill and Sarah were on a plane to Oregon, which left me to my lonesome for the past two weeks....Left all alone for two weeks. Well behaved i was despite the torture of a man tied in the love of his world with the freedom of a man on the prowl. I was Good. Two weeks now. She is still the only woman i want to share my time with. On the other hand, I've realized how much i miss being by myself. Some will call it lame. I cherrish the times, hate them too, that i'm left to myself. At these times I really get to see who I am and explore with a sense of absolute freedom that i've lovingly neglected. It is at this time once again that i'm here typing this. What I've conjured of my spare time will come out tomorrow, if not later tonight. It's really got me going...and it's good.