a grand old time
i fucking love living at my mom's again.
it's cozy here, to die for!!!
i'm seeing all my friends again... i feel new... but in doing things i once did, a long time ago. it's a familiar newness; it's comfortable and finally i don't feel like a bitter, unhappy 40 year old workaholic in a miserable marriage. i'm no longer a hermit or a shut-in. life has become very interesting, suddenly-- and just in time.
work is great-- because i NEVER fucking go. i have so much free time... the other day, i went to the beach in the middle of work, dried off and went back to work! and still i pay them bills. beat that! also, today in miami beach i looked up at the abandoned building a particular ex-client owns. the man is such a dick; he's the most inhumane and horrid person, a stout angry troll, and i'm so pleased he's out of my life. anyway, i looked up through this grey dreary day at his delapitated building and through one of the busted windows i saw him wandering the second story rooms of it. it delighted me to my core; i don't know why. i was reminded of Beast (in beauty and the beast) a lonely monster pacing the corridors of his stately castle by himself. i laughed all the way back to hollywood.
i feel as though i am me again. the me i like, the me who is happy and reads e.e. cummings and praises life and god and all the intricate glories of being--
me. god, i missed you!!
oh
and bliss--
believe in it.
<3 <3 <3