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2004-10-25 - 2:45 p.m. Current Tunes: The Faint, Wet From Birth The weather is being unusually kind to us, especially for late October. It's a mild 74 degrees outside and the leaves that fell last week are wondering if they can get a refund for their troubles. The ones left on the tree are most likely taunting the early leavers (good pun) while inwardly wondering how much longer their time on the branch can possibly last. I successfully predicted the first day of fall, but missed the Indian Summer by about a week. No worries, I never cared for it very much anyways. 8 days of sobriety down, 24 to go. Current Tunes: American Music Club - Love Songs for Patriots Thanks to the fall, things are getting better again. I'm more comfortable in my skin, I look better in denim and jackets then shorts and t-shirts. Something about earth tones... Made the second of my bi-annual trips to the mall for fall clothes. Visited Hollister, my old work place (was I ever that young?) I love this. I love this season. The inital embrace, that first cold breeze that reminds me for every day I feel sad, there's a million I feel happy. The summer wears me down, reminds me that I'm not young anymore, that I don't get the good ole summer break anymore, that I don't look good by the pool anymore (if I ever did)... And then that breeze, that first breeze... And you get to startagain. What a ramble this is becoming. What a good, satisfying ramble. I miss my old house. I haven't been there in over a year. I miss the dumbest things. I miss the small scrapes you get from accidently walking on the spots where the carpet meets the walls or the hardwood, I miss those little stupid staples that sting your hands... I miss that fucking hornets nest right outside the front door. I miss the way my lil dog Buddy would disappear under a few inches of snow. Growing older is slowly becoming manageable. I think I went through my mid-life crisis about 10 years early. Which is fine by me. Saves me the trouble of buying a convertible when I'm 33. Let's get motivated.
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