I haven't had sex in three months. Now this may sound like a short time to some (mostly those with Rogaine and Viagra prescriptions), but this seems like a lifetime. I mean, not a lifetime like the 17 years I spent in my prepubescent years as a virginal youth, innocent of mind and body. But a lifetime like "oh yeah I have this wonderful girlfriend who loves me who I want to marry but happens to live six (or is it five? daylight savings time always throws me off) time zones away and oh yeah was supposed to fly out on April 4 but who knows what's going on with us right now and is she really coming or not?" Honestly, can anyone answer this? I think we're broken up. I think she's seeing some other guy. It makes my head hurt.
(Don't worry, I'm not going to become some Carrie Bradshaw-influenced blogger, professing his love for sex with multiple partners in the same breath as Manolo Blahnik pumps. Besides, I'm a guy.)
I head home Sunday from the big island. Arrive approximately 6 at night, get home from work-related issues approximately 8 or 8:30. Shower, change, etc. by around 9:15. Have to be at work at 6AM the next morning. That gives me roughly 8 hours (minus travel time) to eat dinner, drink copious amounts of alcohol, make a drunken fool of myself at some downtrodden (and tourist-infested) Waikiki bar, then sober up and show up to work the next day clean and shaven. After a month out here with no time off and effective 24-hour shifts, I need it. Now the question is of who I can convince to go out with me on a Sunday night. Being responsible is totally lame.
(Also of note today: that pesky Kim Kardashian sex video came out today. I've somehow managed to download the second half, while missing the plot and character development of the first half. Is Kim K truly a Superstar? Is Ray J a black angel sent from heaven to rescue her from Paris Hilton and bring the world to Kim K's feet? Only the first half of the video will tell.)
(Second sidenote: while checking through my Facebook stalker-feed, I noticed that my brother is now apparently in a relationship with a high schooler. Yes, I still use Facebook, but that's beside the point. He's like, a sophomore in college. She's a high school senior. Yes, she's cute, but is there any good way of justifying being in a relationship - long-distance, no less - with a high school girl while you're at that point in your life? Just wondering.)
currently listening: the decemberists - we both go down together
3.22.2007
3.21.2007
move
I need to move.
(Of course, I have needed to move back to the East Coast since I first stepped off the plane and onto the concourse at Honolulu International - Hawaii, great rock to visit, horrible to live - but in this case, I mean move within the confines of an approximate 40 x 40 square mile island.)
All three of my roommates decided that while I was on the big island for about a month, they would all move out. Without telling me. Fine, they're under no contract or lease or obligation - but isn't that kind of a dick move? I mean, I don't know everything, and I don't expect them to stand by me till the end, but... at least a text message? Maybe a few days before you move out? Or maybe I'm just overreacting. Who knows.
So I'm looking for an apartment, preferably somewhere not riddled with speed and crack addicts. And also somewhere affordable. And also somewhere clean enough that I wouldn't mind my folks stopping by to check it out. The three of which seem impossible to find in the same place. Oh yeah, and I'd like it not to be too far from where I live now, seeing as how I'm going to have to make several trips to get all my stuff to a new place. And in a good neighborhood. I'm so demanding.
I'm sure, this being my first post, I should be under some obligation to introduce myself and write some cute little paragraph about my life so far and my hopes and dreams and goals and what I do and where I go and all that. Eh. I like good music. I like good movies. I like good things. I sometimes bury my emotions, sometimes wear them on my sleeve. Everything good that seems to happen is inevitably followed by something bad. So here it is, a beginning, a start, an introduction. Take it or leave it.
currenty listening: matt costa - "ballad of miss kate"
(Of course, I have needed to move back to the East Coast since I first stepped off the plane and onto the concourse at Honolulu International - Hawaii, great rock to visit, horrible to live - but in this case, I mean move within the confines of an approximate 40 x 40 square mile island.)
All three of my roommates decided that while I was on the big island for about a month, they would all move out. Without telling me. Fine, they're under no contract or lease or obligation - but isn't that kind of a dick move? I mean, I don't know everything, and I don't expect them to stand by me till the end, but... at least a text message? Maybe a few days before you move out? Or maybe I'm just overreacting. Who knows.
So I'm looking for an apartment, preferably somewhere not riddled with speed and crack addicts. And also somewhere affordable. And also somewhere clean enough that I wouldn't mind my folks stopping by to check it out. The three of which seem impossible to find in the same place. Oh yeah, and I'd like it not to be too far from where I live now, seeing as how I'm going to have to make several trips to get all my stuff to a new place. And in a good neighborhood. I'm so demanding.
I'm sure, this being my first post, I should be under some obligation to introduce myself and write some cute little paragraph about my life so far and my hopes and dreams and goals and what I do and where I go and all that. Eh. I like good music. I like good movies. I like good things. I sometimes bury my emotions, sometimes wear them on my sleeve. Everything good that seems to happen is inevitably followed by something bad. So here it is, a beginning, a start, an introduction. Take it or leave it.
currenty listening: matt costa - "ballad of miss kate"
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