ascendany, where is it?

something i can't get rid of, no matter how many times i try.

i keep torturing myself with it, i know, it will be my OWN undoing, and i still am not able to control it.

why?

maybe someday i will find it...i'm hoping...

reticent correspondence

after a lengthy sojourn my mind is proclaiming, "get back at it...three and one half months is entirely too long."

checklist please...

1. tattoo
2. birthday - on the upward spiral now
3. lobes - 1/2" presently
4. novel domicile plus roommates
5. no contact with those not worthy of me

more to come...are you worthy?

life arrested

it's hard creating a new life and so much easier to create a new "non-life." however this is attenuating my soul, which will be adjusted soon...augmentation

circadian

three overnight shifts this week...three, with two more ensuing.

at least my circadian rhythm is espying just that, some sort of rhythm. this is a commodity my corpse and soul have been craving since arriving in the people's republic / little bay root.

transition.takes.time.

R.I.P. golden girls

goodbye rue, estelle and bea.

let's just hope betty is here with us for a good amount of time, we need her laughter...

sleep in my eyes

it's not just aging which causes us to feel and see the days becoming shorter, or moving at a more rapid pace...stress, love, etc. will cause this too.

five months to the day.

i would have said "no" in retrospect, honestly...

but, at least i'm living in ptown now?

living with my house on my back

note: this was originally written on 3.27.10

i do not fair well living the nomadic life. finally, i am home and the extensive i5 tour is coming to an end.

having just unpacked a huge portion of my new apartment, with the majority of the work being done by my girlfriend and a close friend, i am tired.