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.
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.
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.
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:
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… Read the rest of this entry »
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.]]
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.
i just started writing a song in which just-about-every-other-word is “fuck.”
something tells me, i’ve left some frustrations and anger unchecked. i shall take them out in song and super-cracked-out flat-cleaning.
however, true-to-form… the oh-so-dark song is rather tuneful and pretty, not to mention, ironically upbeat. so when all’y'all [[<—fun southern speak! if not, completely inappropriate for written language]] finally hear its scary lyrics, just remember it’s completely whistle-able.
in other news, bell has given me a new fun word! from this day forward let “eavesdropping” be replaced by “ear-hustling.” in context: “You know me, i was just doing some ear-hustling…”
