|Summer is Fucking Nigh
||[Apr. 29th, 2009|11:44 pm]
|||||The Stooges - "We Will Fall"||]|
Hey, been awhile since I posted. Plus I like this setup because barely no one is using it with the exception of a few ladies and gentleman that are more literate than the "Twitter" people.
What the fuck is up with that anyway? Pssh--don't really care to find out.
My folks might be moving to London. It looks more realistic than all the other job transfers the old man applied for back in the day (i.e. Saudi Arabia). Five more months until I can call myself virtually free, and three more months until I am done with the daily doldrums of my roommate. Don't get me wrong. He's a bud and all, but I can't stand the shit he has pulled over the few months. Then again, I'm not one to talk.
I had feelings for a girl that have fizzled pretty damn fast. It's sorta hindering there, on the fence. But I'm being realistic at this point and just keeping my guard up.
Been doing the Public in Space thing a little more. It's been doing well and I just finished editing. All I have to do now is muster the balls to post it on the internet.
On a lighter note, I feel like a fucking king by fixing my record player. Of course I had to buy a new one (used) before I figured it out. So I gutted the one I bought and kept the speakers. Now I got awesome speakers, a replacement belt and needle (needle's kinda worn, though), and an adapter for playing 45s. Speaking of which, what the fuck did I do with those?!
The new job has been pretty interesting so far as well. After a mere six months of working there, the "powers that be" are already coining the idea that I should be manager. I don't know how, but according to the inside scoop, I'm the only one busting my ass there which is evident enough that I can keep the momentum going.
On the other hand, I like my boss too much to pitch a knife in his back. Dog-eat-dog world out there I guess.
I'm ready to make a change. What? I don't know. Maybe try giving love another chance. I haven't really been trying to look for it. I've been single for over a year. It's nice not to have to answer to somebody, but at the same time, the comfort thing is really the only issue. Sharing a bed with someone you love is a luxury that I have missed. Not the case with anyone I ever have slept with.
And on that note, I'm gonna go bug Ash.
Iggy Pop freaks me out.