I'm amazed my journal even exists anymore. Who knew?
Ummm.
For the hell of it, how about a quick run down of the last six years?
I'm married with a beautiful little boy who is a little over a year old ( no, none of that "fourteen months old" bullshit, I secretly can't stand when parents do that... like, "Yea, my daughters eighteen months now!" NO - go fuck yourself, she is a year and a half, asshole ).
The lucky lady's *psshhh* name is Amanda and she is wonderfully perfect for me in every way.
No, I didn't marry Britt. THANK GOODNESS. Woman is hell in a hand basket - good luck with that James!
I own a house in Bethlehem, GA and I love living out in the semi-country.
My wife and I own two well behaved pups. Parker Donald Browndog King of the Chair Lord of Selman Drive, Esq. (mutt, but my best guess would be a shepherd/hound mix) and Chole (lab/pit bull mix). 105 lbs. and 85 lbs., respectively.
In the last six years I've worked at Carrabba's Italian Grill, Mimi's Cafe, a shit-show of a law firm which shall go unnamed and I am currently working for National Vision, Inc. (which is probably the best job I've had in ten years, thank goodness).
I've lost touch with many people I once considered my "ride-or-die's", and I am in no way okay with it.
My friends. I miss them. A lot.
Perhaps none more so than Finck... errr, McIntyre. I stumbled across an old folder I had made for her emails on my hotmail account and couldn't help but feel agonizing despair at the fact that we've grown apart. There was a time in my life (and her's, I'm sure) where we were eachother's everything. I love(d) that girl as though she were my sister.
I'm going to have to change that. Get her address and write her a letter. Yes, actually WRITE a LETTER and....wait for it.... put it in the MAIL. <<--- I blew your mind with that. (Shit, when's that last time YOU actually mailed a letter?? Yea. Thought so.)
My Father, Jody Allen Sowles, passed away on December 28th, 2013 after an 18 month (hard-fought) battle with a Stage 4 brain tumour (Glioblastoma).
My life hasn't quite been the same since. And this "new normal" is not one that I've enjoyed much over the past seven months. Fuck. Seven months today, actually. Fuck.
I miss him all the time. I still find myself picking up my phone with intentions on giving him a call to talk about our day.
I just want to hear him talk or laugh, even if it's just for a moment.
He showed me what it truly means to be a Father - not just a buddy or parental figure - but an actual FATHER.
Very much missed and never forgotten.
I'm doubting anyone will actually read this, but shit - at least I've killed about twenty minutes out of my work day! (Working hard at hardly working, clearly)
If any of you do read this - when I said that I miss my friends, YES - I do mean you.
All of you.
With love,
Nicholas
For the hell of it, how about a quick run down of the last six years?
I'm married with a beautiful little boy who is a little over a year old ( no, none of that "fourteen months old" bullshit, I secretly can't stand when parents do that... like, "Yea, my daughters eighteen months now!" NO - go fuck yourself, she is a year and a half, asshole ).
The lucky lady's *psshhh* name is Amanda and she is wonderfully perfect for me in every way.
No, I didn't marry Britt. THANK GOODNESS. Woman is hell in a hand basket - good luck with that James!
I own a house in Bethlehem, GA and I love living out in the semi-country.
My wife and I own two well behaved pups. Parker Donald Browndog King of the Chair Lord of Selman Drive, Esq. (mutt, but my best guess would be a shepherd/hound mix) and Chole (lab/pit bull mix). 105 lbs. and 85 lbs., respectively.
In the last six years I've worked at Carrabba's Italian Grill, Mimi's Cafe, a shit-show of a law firm which shall go unnamed and I am currently working for National Vision, Inc. (which is probably the best job I've had in ten years, thank goodness).
I've lost touch with many people I once considered my "ride-or-die's", and I am in no way okay with it.
My friends. I miss them. A lot.
Perhaps none more so than Finck... errr, McIntyre. I stumbled across an old folder I had made for her emails on my hotmail account and couldn't help but feel agonizing despair at the fact that we've grown apart. There was a time in my life (and her's, I'm sure) where we were eachother's everything. I love(d) that girl as though she were my sister.
I'm going to have to change that. Get her address and write her a letter. Yes, actually WRITE a LETTER and....wait for it.... put it in the MAIL. <<--- I blew your mind with that. (Shit, when's that last time YOU actually mailed a letter?? Yea. Thought so.)
My Father, Jody Allen Sowles, passed away on December 28th, 2013 after an 18 month (hard-fought) battle with a Stage 4 brain tumour (Glioblastoma).
My life hasn't quite been the same since. And this "new normal" is not one that I've enjoyed much over the past seven months. Fuck. Seven months today, actually. Fuck.
I miss him all the time. I still find myself picking up my phone with intentions on giving him a call to talk about our day.
I just want to hear him talk or laugh, even if it's just for a moment.
He showed me what it truly means to be a Father - not just a buddy or parental figure - but an actual FATHER.
Very much missed and never forgotten.
I'm doubting anyone will actually read this, but shit - at least I've killed about twenty minutes out of my work day! (Working hard at hardly working, clearly)
If any of you do read this - when I said that I miss my friends, YES - I do mean you.
All of you.
With love,
Nicholas