more on that, actually...

-Now that you mention it (ok, I mentioned it, whatever) a blog seems to be exactly how it sounds when you say it out loud. It's a blurb in an otherwise lengthy & bustling life. It's a side note, an "oh by the way", a burp, a hick up, a sneaky way of passing literary gas. It's silent but potentially deadly boring. (case in point. Ahem.)

No, really. Say it now out loud to see what I mean.

Weird how different it sounds when you think it, huh? Almost like your brain recognizes ir for the seriously throwy-upy word it is so it kinda breezes over it. Glosses over the crudeness of it. Like shellacking a rabbit pellet.

...in other news, I'm writing again...

where were we?

You know, the more I look around at other blogs the more I realize I don't have the time or patience for it. I see all these people with something to say. Some of it actually sounds most profound. But as I check out these blogs, profound or not, my inherent feeling of irrelevance deepens- who cares what the hell I have to say, think, or feel? Aren't there more important issues at stake here? I should go look into that...

Between My Legs #1

Remember how I mentioned MONTHS ago that I'd start blogging regularly about all the stuff I have and then promptly stopped blogging entirely? Well this is my way-too-early-in-the-morning attempt to remedy that. Or possibly I've been drinking and all that follows will be the typing equivalent of staggering and occasional drool.
Either way, good times.
And so...

This is Snoopy. He's been with me for a very long time- I'd say at least 35 years, give or take an embarrassingly-telling year. My older brother Aaron tried to keep him from me after I attempted to use my water colors to kinda tart him up a bit. Told me that Snoopy was a boy and didn't wear makeup. Much crying ensued.

I was the one crying, me, not Aaron. The unfeeling Snoopy stealing bastard.

He usually hangs out next to my bed on my nightstand (again, not Aaron- that would be weird. And creepy.) unless I'm feeling particularly lonely or sad and then he might spend some time cuddling in bed with me. The cheeky bitch.
I'm sure there's more to be said but like I mentioned it's late/early and I'm tired (and there's always that possibility that I've been drinking- always keep people guessing) and I'm pretty sure anything else that I come up with will be outlandish just to brighten up this blog- say a story about how how I've had to smuggle him across international borders firmly ensconced in my anal cavity or maybe something equally ridiculous about how he whispers dark secrets to me at night, words that smell like blood and fear, that reach into my heart and pull out the black pictures of dea- but like I said, I'm tired.
Heh.

For Cruz:

This is for you:

Wrote a song about it-like to hear it? Here it goes-

Moving. Again.
As of August 1st I will no longer be living in the space-scrunchy apartment I've stayed in for the past year but in a slightly less scrunchy two floor house. (Insert sigh of relief here)
The thing is, this would make it the 27th time I've shuffled my stuff about since I moved out of my mom's house (the first time) over twenty years ago. Wish I was exaggerating.
"Wow." you say? "How can that be?" you ask? "What's wrong with me?" you wonder? (how rude, by the way...)
And then you come up with the best (and less insulting) question- How many roommates is that? Well I'm sooo glad you asked- I've amassed over 40 (now mostly ex) roommates over the years. Again, wish I was exaggerating.
But your nosy questions aside, the point is that I'm moving. Again. And we've come full circle.
I'm glad I'm moving, please don't get me wrong, I just want to stop doing it after this one for a while. Preferably a long while. I'd like to see what it's like to stay in a place for a couple years. Maybe memorize my address for once. Get to know my neighbors instead of referring to them as "The Ones on the Corner" or "That Guy With The Dog".
*sigh* It's a beautiful dream.
The reason behind this blog isn't to beg for sympathy from those of you with that thing you people call stability, but to announce an idea I've had brewing in the back of my skull for a little while now about my stuff. 'Cause boy howdy do I have stuff. So much stuff. I like stuff. And I figure I should put that stuff to use & write about it some.
So, instead of the usual crap video that I slap up on here I'm actually going to do some (gasp!) writing. Yup, that's right, about stuff.
...I'll try to be less vague next post...

This is for you: