New neighbor is slicing his water bottles with an actual sword in the parking lot. "Just doin' the recyclables."

Well friends, we're back. To try and recap the last years or so is not going to happen, at least not in this post. We find ourself this morning on the back patio of our new apartment in Seattle. Cloudy, but can still see the sun trying it's best to make an appearance, and with actual snow over there on a big hill to the east. The main reason we've ( Read more... )

Cause it always overcomes the negativity. Or something like that ( Read more... )

I just stumbled into this mood of melancholy and reflection. I want to run with it, embrace it. Something about the temperature differences between the cold outside world and my warm bedroom. The air says, whispering at first and growing ever so slightly louder: Write, turn inward, figure yourself out ( Read more... )

And I find myself missing the days and the palpable optimism of my community college youth. I'm getting older and fatter and balder as the days tick off. I want to still be surrounded by like-minded people on the up&up. My ideals and beliefs remain as strong as ever, but as I slowly lose contact with those who've been influential in my childlike ( Read more... )

Many moons since we last spoke. All is well in the 206. I should write about the happy free fun time with Mike in Maui, but that was more than a month ago. I could write about an upcoming 21 run for the girl or another attempt at outvegasing Vegas, but these are all too distant in the future. It's tough to livejournal(verb) when one is content, but ( Read more... )

I'm still a little fuming, but much less because I took a dose of Zebrahead, whose lyrics work for women and jobs. Anyway, my new job has two bosses who have very different styles of management and who, it seems, cannot fucking get things in order. From schedules being made with only 12 hours notice, to server etiquette, to sections, to credit ( Read more... )

1. Rock Climbers. Except for Mike D.; you're lucky I met you when I did, because rock climbing is stupid.

2. A lot of other things.

Boo,

D

1. People sprinting to catch their bus. Even more so the ones I can see mouthing "Shit!" or "Fuck!" right before sprinting.

2. A lot of other things.

Har Har,

D

This year/decade has been nice. Not going to shed a tear for 09's imminent death, but it could've been worse, along the lines of a 1992 or 1999. I don't have any fun lists or recaps of the last 364 days, nor do I have any goals for myself this year that I don't already have a standing order for all years. I hope, though, that you have all the ( Read more... )