My vacation is coming to an end. I had 34 days off, all paid, and its all over on Thursday, when I have to climb back into my car, and drive to NYC to go back to work. Joy to joy. This month has been amazing though. Camping, spending way too much money, all the drugs/alcohol a boy can handle. Friends, lovers, parents, saw almost everyone I wanted to see while I was home. I wish I could think of more to say, because my brain is racing, but nothing is coming to me, so as to not ramble.....
oh right...I did roof a house....
That is me on the right.....the suit makes me look even fatter

Got a little lotta wasted last night. Said I was gonna cut that shit out for a little while, clear out the cobwebs a bit. Seems the attic wasn't quite ready to get cleaned out apparantly. Not so much a problem as it is just an opportunity to get things a little more focused than they have been in a little bit of time. But hell, I am on vacation. Cheers.

Well, i don't even know. Sometimes I feel like I did earlier, now I feel like I do now, which is a good ole fashion 180 from how I felt earlier. I don't even know where they come from anymore. These thoughts just poke in, take their sweet time hanging out in my head, and then leave. They do a great job fucking me up while they are there, and the idea sticks around long after they are gone.
I guess the right and left parts of my brain are having a difference of opinion right now.

I found this link on a friends myspace, so I decided to sign up. LoOKs like fun, so why not give it a whirl and see how it works.

I'm in a little bit of a freak out today. I'm 27, and to some that doesn't seem so old, to others its seems like an eternity. I have a good job, a good girl, and that is exactly the problem. I know exactly what I'm going to be doing, and who I am going to be doing them with for the next 30 years of my life, and that freaks me out just a little bit. I don't feel comfortable knowing that my life is perfectly laid out before me, and that everything is going to be OK. What happened to the chaos that I used to strive off of during the last 10 years or so on my life. Sure, I didn't know how I was going to get home, or even pay the rent once I got there, but at least I was used to it, and was a survival expert at doing it. Now I have a back account, a good apartment, a job that I am making great money, extra money, a girl that loves me, and I love her, and I'm going crazy because of it.