A month?
It's been almost a month? Where the hell does the time go?
Life does still course through these veins. That and hemoglobin laced with automobile exhaust. Anyhow, remember when I was pining away about a job? Well I certainly got one. I am still not complaining for I have been extremely busy with work and writing. Well, not really writing, more like building responses to customer requests then copying and pasting in answers. In journalistic terms I'm more of a layout man than a reporter at this point.
Other than work, which takes up most of my time, there's the relationship, the folks (owners of a car that's been through three wrecks in a month and a half,) the house (the hulking blue gazebo of doom is still up in the backyard, back broken by a felled limb from a dead tree, scheduled for demolition this weekend,) both cars (the dark green Monte Carlo does not like sitting in the hot sun all day for it will exact revenge with very hot leather upholstry, by and by,) and of course writing (who's frustrated that I haven't posted that last story I was gushing about? I am I am!)
I read Haley's blog and figure, "Damn, I am such a flipping slacker." That girl's output is prodigious (next to mine at least) and all of high quality. Fie, fickle time! And talent! He says, staring down at his hands.
Then I read Kino's and figure, "Well. I post more often." BUT hers is a hell of a lot more interesting and cool too, so I forgive her.
I'll put down my stick now I've poked the ant mound.
Life does still course through these veins. That and hemoglobin laced with automobile exhaust. Anyhow, remember when I was pining away about a job? Well I certainly got one. I am still not complaining for I have been extremely busy with work and writing. Well, not really writing, more like building responses to customer requests then copying and pasting in answers. In journalistic terms I'm more of a layout man than a reporter at this point.
Other than work, which takes up most of my time, there's the relationship, the folks (owners of a car that's been through three wrecks in a month and a half,) the house (the hulking blue gazebo of doom is still up in the backyard, back broken by a felled limb from a dead tree, scheduled for demolition this weekend,) both cars (the dark green Monte Carlo does not like sitting in the hot sun all day for it will exact revenge with very hot leather upholstry, by and by,) and of course writing (who's frustrated that I haven't posted that last story I was gushing about? I am I am!)
I read Haley's blog and figure, "Damn, I am such a flipping slacker." That girl's output is prodigious (next to mine at least) and all of high quality. Fie, fickle time! And talent! He says, staring down at his hands.
Then I read Kino's and figure, "Well. I post more often." BUT hers is a hell of a lot more interesting and cool too, so I forgive her.
I'll put down my stick now I've poked the ant mound.