we haaaaaave… coooooome…. for liiiiiiiiiiight. [[it's true.]]

it’ll be a new year soon.

so much has changed.

let’s try to make this [updating] more of a habit.

[[lordy, that sounds rather like a resolution; god help us all.]]

afternoon thoughts.

i’m drafting a christmas/birthday list for my mum. it’s filled with somewhat nonsense. all i really want for christmas is to be back in mpls, seward or nordeast neighbourhoods in a house with a functioning kitchen, highpressure shower and people who jump at the opportunity to have a game night; all this debt to be settled up; and a unicorn puppy.

non sequitur: the only use for a microwave [when having a fully functional kitchen], is to reheat coffee. maybe popping a bag of microwave popcorn, should one have that on tap. since i’ve only a conceptual kitchen [and have had such since april 1st [[ANGRY!!!]], the introduction of the microwave has proven to be most-effective in satiating hunger through scarily processed boxed dinners which always seem to be on sale. business idea #7: create organic/sustainable/barely-processed 500calorie boxed dinners. copyrighted. right fucking now.

okej then.

my first entry in decades.

though, many a drafts are awaiting major uploadship.

just a quick note, this one…

so. the guy i’ve been dating and rather driven insane over… [["don't forget to commit me should i be driven crazy over you."]] …and the one that my friends are rather skeptical of… …and the one who makes me end sentences in prepositions, apparently… yeah, him. i’m driving him duluth tomorrow for a doctor appointment [an entirely different entry inandof itself]. we leave early. so i’m staying over for the first time in months. and now taking an enjoying-the-night-air-alone break.

facebook has ruined dating and done wonders for crazy-17yo-girlfriend behaviour strenghtening in only slightly-neurotic-sometimes gay men. [[namely, me.]]

he’s rsvped to a party. no big deal. though, the click-thru will have us note that this is a party designed for meeting new friends and getting dates. speed dating complete with boardgames. [[dreamy!]] however, should i attend, it would be crashing. …and stalking. …and i’m trying to be better than that.

3 hours alone in a car tomorrow. 4 months of dating. i think it’s time cards be thrown faceup upon the table.

[[though, i'll wait until we're within city limits.]]

p.s. i’m still alive.
p.p.s. i’m still recording albums.
p.p.p.s. i’m attempting to participate in NaNoWriMo.
p.p.p.p.s. i’m sorry for not posting more.

bubble, bubble…

toil and whatnot.

MUCH is a-brewing.  simmering, quite antsily as it were, on the backburner.

i reckon it’ll be awesome and smaka så gott.  but, not just yet.

never rush a soup, dahrlink.

superfun distraction.

CREATE YOUR BAND NAME & ALBUM COVER:
To Do This

1 – Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to Quotations Page and select “random quotations”
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 – Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 – Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

and these are my “side projects”:

the sound of drums.

Can’t you hear it, Mrs. Robert?  …The drumming?  The drums are coming closer and closer.

-The Master (John Simm), Doctor Who Season 3, episode 12

i’ve been ushered back into default status.  which is to say, i’m single.

and as much as i would like to write down the schematics of it all, i do not have the time.

cos! very-halfarsed-heartbreak is QUITE good for kicking my songwriting-arse into recording-mode!

so.  this is just to let you all know that i have been recording and recording and recording and finishing songs from ages upon ages ago.  i’m averaging about 2 songs a day.  20 down, 132 left to go.

i’ve 6 new ones up on the myspace music page [that i never update anymore].

those, plus a few-to-a-many others on facebook fanpage [cos they've no limited to how many songs can go up!  whoo-hoo!].

so there you go.

one of these days, i’ll sit down and tell some stories to you all.  but as it were, i need to stick with this crazy-productive kick.

i love commercials.

another lame superpower to add to my collection:  the ability to wake up, regardless of hours slept and quality of sleep had [re: wine/beer debauchery byproduct], without the help of modern up’n'adam marvels, at 9.13am.

seriously.  9.13am.

[[what the french, toast?!]]

if you don’t know the uberparathentical allusion…  you are either foreign or under-rock dweller [and if latter, please explain your intraweb connection]!  either way, i allude to the following brilliant piece of marketing:

any excuse to make a list, really…

so.  this whole “25 random things” chainletter-like entity has been all upons my facebook.  i held out as long as i could…

but alas, the one person i figured wouldn’t fill it out [and therefore i designated said-person to be the lynchpin in my "25 random things" participation], actually filled it out and tagged me…

crossfire! B’AH!!

typically, now that i’ve been relegated to the cooking-side [as opposed to the baking-side] of the kitchen and only have cooking shifts, i would be spending my newfound saturday mornings nursing a minor hangover whilst simultaneously getting frisky with the boy, who never puts up much of a fight. [[sidenote:  dating a boy whose company i enjoy AND experiencing what-i-consider-"freakish" -ly abundant gettings-of-on...  is AWESOME.  i reckon this is what a real relationship is like.   i daresay, i've reformed.]]  We’d move onto the sofa and flip through channels whilst he drinks an ridiculous amount of grapejuice as i sip irish breakfast tea until the workhour stealthily crept toward.

atypically, i am at home with hours to kill before going to work.

you see…  i needed to change clothes.

for i was a crossfire victim in a sissy-fight at the gay bar last night!

JUST LOOK AT HOW MUCH AWESOMELY CHEAP PREMO WENT TO WASTE! :

and i smell like booze.  or at least, think i do.  i don’t really know.  i can’t tell… for i’ve discovered i’ve no sense of smell the morning after several pitchers.

[and i just did laundry...  GODDAMNIT.  those items of marred clothing are my favourites.]

[[this is why i, like assumed of an assumed god, also hate fags.]]

one last weekend out before the prodigal son bites the bullet.

You’re the shit, and I’m knee-deep in it.

–Frightened Rabbit, “My Backwards Walk”

Yes, yes, yes… it’s been åh-så-lång since i’ve had the opportunity to sit down and write anything here.

and tragicially, it’ll be a short spell more before i grab opportunity by the balls and go to town on several-upon-several entries.

the long&short of it:

grandfather died  ->  wake/funeral  ->  mad dash to airport to catch flight to seattle  ->  thanksgiving with my friends-who-are-my-family holiday  ->  work, work, work!  ->  birthday parties/social interactions  ->  cute boy  ->  subzero windchill walks to pubs to have drinks with boy  ->  work/christmas  ->  car trouble  ->  anxiety over unfinished presents  ->  more cute boy  ->  christmas pt 2 at mormors  ->  work/boy/new year’s eve  ->  overtime working  ->  safe-t0-call-him, “my boyfriend” at-this-point  ->  messy room  ->  sistersister demanding to go to a film right now.

so, we’ll catch up.

soon-ish.

i half-promise.