I ended up wearing the same Spongebob underwear for the duration of the trip, and I bit my cheek at dinner.

Other than that, I couldn't have had a better trip Up North with the Librarian.

Before we had even arranged our first date, the Librarian and I had discussed introducing each other to our respective special trees in some far-off fantasy time. ( Read more... )

I have awesome friends. Since that last announcement, they've offered to talk if I want and to refrain if I don't. I'd just like to let those friends that also happen to read this journal know that hey, I'd love to talk. I'd have loved to talk for the last few months, and not necessarily about marriage issues - I'd just like to have talked, period ( Read more... )

Anonymous Jess just called me from the shore of Lake Superior to announce his sixteen-hours-old engagement!

I already had plans to attend in my head when he asked if I would do so as a groomsman, so I now know of at least one more return to my native northwoods on the horizon. For the first time in awhile, I feel excitement at the prospect.

Okay, first things first: you fuckers can't just wait for me to leave town to write over 80 entries after weeks of quietude. No way.
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Ahoy there, kids. I have kept up with reading even if I haven't kept up with commenting. Between my business on the bay and in the band and with the Boy, I have found little time or energy since the last time I complained about having little time or energy. Cheers to two months without posting anything of substance! Enjoy yet another purely ( Read more... )

Endless illness and an aspiring ranger's perpetual job search have sapped all the time and energy I once had for journaling and correspondence.
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When I got confirmed in the Catholic church (ha!), I chose "Valentine" as my confirmation name, given my blossoming romance-in-the-face-of-adversity with ewokgirl (yup, I love 'em short and hairy). Even so, as the once-Girlfriend, now-Wife and I grew into the queer-lovin', godless, freedom-hatin' liberals you've come to know, Valentine's Day has ( Read more... )

I went to my first eye exam since moving to Humboldt County two-and-a-half years ago, and they haven't gotten any less torturous in the interim. Man, people complain about dentists, but eyecare seems eternally entrenched in the dark ages. My particular brand of myopia doesn't handle things right in the face well, so I have tears streaming down my ( Read more... )