And then everything was normal for a while and, yeah, something's gonna happen.
So. Life is good at the sushi bar, as good as life at the sushi bar gets. Life is probably only so good cause working sushi part time is all I currently HAVE to do. Oh, I go to the gym for two hours a day, but I just TELL myself I have to do that. Other than that I paint on photoshop and play deej's video games while he's gone. Oh, winsome life.
I like it but I get tired of the sameole. I mean its all right for now. I'm already thinking about in a few years really going overseas for years at a time. I'm effing terrified. Almost everyone I love and who is close to me is nobody who would ever go along - or even go visit. Most of them have their head firmly in America, even the one state that they've always been in. The few with get up and go, most of them are just like me - impulsive, fun, but ultimately probably somewhat undependable. Not a good combo for serious travel. There's gotta be a levelheaded person in there somewhere. Of the people I know that would ever actually live in another country, I don't think a one of us would still have a firm handle on our passports, our wallets or our personal integrity after the first month.
It's sad and exciting and scary all at once. I met a nice Korean girl named Tomoe today and thusly I've met pretty much everyone at the sushi joint who's usually there. They're all really nice - not the scary, seriously whacked out drug addicts of my last sushi stint. I mean, they weren't even just like, potheads. The head waiter dined on a nightly cocktail of Pabst and mushrooms, one of the chicks was on cocaine or something hard. She had me drop her off at her dealer's house after work. Nice girl. Seriously whacked. At sixteen.
There's a lot of Mexicans in the back. They say things to me in Spanish. I can't believe I didn't learn any serious Spanish after three years in San Antonio. What the hell was I DOING? All my friends had last names like Martinez, Lopez and Delgado. Oh yeah. None of THEM spoke Spanish either. I bet their grandmas are furious.
Tomorrow Exboyfriend #3 comes into town for a casual swing-by and hang-out. Yeah, don't look at me like that. We're gonna eat. Food. Anyway, he's a riot and one of the few people I know who really do enjoy travel and never settling down. Settling down... I mean, how can it be good? The first two syllables are "settle".
You know what they say... "Call me a pioneer...."
I like it but I get tired of the sameole. I mean its all right for now. I'm already thinking about in a few years really going overseas for years at a time. I'm effing terrified. Almost everyone I love and who is close to me is nobody who would ever go along - or even go visit. Most of them have their head firmly in America, even the one state that they've always been in. The few with get up and go, most of them are just like me - impulsive, fun, but ultimately probably somewhat undependable. Not a good combo for serious travel. There's gotta be a levelheaded person in there somewhere. Of the people I know that would ever actually live in another country, I don't think a one of us would still have a firm handle on our passports, our wallets or our personal integrity after the first month.
It's sad and exciting and scary all at once. I met a nice Korean girl named Tomoe today and thusly I've met pretty much everyone at the sushi joint who's usually there. They're all really nice - not the scary, seriously whacked out drug addicts of my last sushi stint. I mean, they weren't even just like, potheads. The head waiter dined on a nightly cocktail of Pabst and mushrooms, one of the chicks was on cocaine or something hard. She had me drop her off at her dealer's house after work. Nice girl. Seriously whacked. At sixteen.
There's a lot of Mexicans in the back. They say things to me in Spanish. I can't believe I didn't learn any serious Spanish after three years in San Antonio. What the hell was I DOING? All my friends had last names like Martinez, Lopez and Delgado. Oh yeah. None of THEM spoke Spanish either. I bet their grandmas are furious.
Tomorrow Exboyfriend #3 comes into town for a casual swing-by and hang-out. Yeah, don't look at me like that. We're gonna eat. Food. Anyway, he's a riot and one of the few people I know who really do enjoy travel and never settling down. Settling down... I mean, how can it be good? The first two syllables are "settle".
You know what they say... "Call me a pioneer...."