Sometimes sobriety sucks. I got to step off my high horse today and taste some humble pie. I'm sorry to everyone I have ever neglected. There is no one to blame but myself ( Read more... )

Just picked up my cap and gown today. I don't feel like I'm ready. I am definitely ready to be out of college and Greensboro itself, but I don't know if I'm ready for a nine-to-five routine yet. There are so many things I have not experienced that I expected to along the way. On the other side of this is the overwhelming fact that I am actually ( Read more... )

I'm not sure that what I am doing is right. I feel very conflicted.

I don't have any gods to curse. I fucked up. Really fucked up.

Fuck this. I'm moving on, moving out, moving somewhere and making myself happy for once. This is not what I want. I still don't know what I want, in general, but it sure as shit isn't this. I have had enough of sitting around and pondering what I can do to make the days pass by quicker, to make the time between us faster so the distance between ( Read more... )

The shit has really hit the fan around here. All sorts of drama. Nobody seems to be in a positive state of mind except for me. If I knew anything about astrology I would probably blame it on the moon being in some kind of bullshit phase or something.

I'm gonna make it happen. Yup.

I've spent the last five days preparing for moving into a new house, which means I have to clean this shit-hole (and it's not an easy task). For three years useless junk has been accumulating and piling into corners while tenets would come and go one at a time. Now we all are moving out and we have to take care of three years of neglect, but so ( Read more... )

The mountains are awesome. The air is so clean, there is always something to do despite the town being about two miles wide, I haven't been sober for four days, the sex grows on trees and to top it off it is currently snowing. I want to live here. I will live here.

I think this Christmas is going to be pretty lame for the Hovis family. Without a job the best I can do for presents this year is a shit-ton of knitting which sounds just as silly as it actually is. Once again, we'll have to figure out who Miles and I will be spending what time of the day with and somebody is bound to get their feelings hurt ( Read more... )