Tell Me

Who's rug does this look like?

- David

Churn

It's times like these that I'm most nervous. In my chair at work, moving through the mundane and completely abstract functions I execute, my heart is pounding in my chest. My body appears at rest, but it isn't. I wonder if it confuses the body to have a heart rate like this while just sitting. Nothing has scared me within the last six months as much as your posts.

I've been having stomach problems lately. Pain after meals, even things like soup and bread. I was telling myself my diet has just been shitty lately, but I think it's stress. Until today I wasn't going to be able to make rent. I got lucky with the insurance refund. I have un-opened mail on my kitchen counter I'm afraid to touch. I'm such a pansy when it comes to these things.

Work has been a factor, I think. The strain has been sticking lately for some reason. Usually it just bounces off and I go home, clean as Teflon. But the last week or so has been tough. I go home and hunch my back into the bowl-shaped chair that's replaced my bad-karma couch. It's tough to go through the motions of cooking. Wait, haven't we read this somewhere before?

Today work feels like the floor of the New York stock exchange. It's not even that busy, my brain just won't go in one direction for more than twenty seconds. I should get back to it. Or at least make an appearance.

Adios, pardner.

- David

Post Script: I'm cool now. But I want to stop deleting the things I write as soon as the feelings that prompted them are gone.

Vegetarian Anniversary!

Yes my friends, on this day 365.25 days ago I stopped eating teh meats. Well, if you don't count Aero. ;) Just a little warning for anyone considering the vegetarian lifestyle: You'll have to take vitamins and pork is the ninja of all meat. It will trick you and appear in the most unlikely of places. Be wary and do not believe it's lies.

Tomorrow is the end of the month. February flew by! April and new beginnings are going to be here in a flash at this rate. It's terribly exciting; all of a sudden everything is happening at once. Here's to the smooth and contented unfolding of everyone's hopes and plans. May things work out the way we want them to.

I'm looking forward to all these tiny adorable things with a person and a life that make me happy. Seasons with trees that change color, the coast and all that implies, cigars in bed, painting walls reds and blues and gold, a thousand hung up glossy photos, not waking up alone, balconylawn, the ferry, cobblestones and tunnels, Rocky Horror Picture Show, bunnies not made of dust, learning new highways, and constant music.

Okay, I should hop to work. This week I'm Mr. Audit. Take it easy!

- David

Let (s)he who is without blame...

Post Script

Documentarian is the best. word. ever.

- David

Good Morning

Also, this song makes me happy:



Have a good morning! Life is good.

- David

It's the wish minute!

Dr. David Von Huffundpuff: Vegetarian

You have to take like four years of college for that degree.

- David

"Jack it's mmeeEEEee! It's lunch time!"

Two Bits

I need a shave and a haircut. One of my office buddies made a comment that has me thinking I'm on the road to Mulletville. And that my friends, is a place we will never go.

My trip to Virginia was fantastic. I feel like I've been gone a month. I don't know if it was the extra unexpected day or just because I'm getting practiced at not trying to push time in any direction. As soon as you start fighting the hands of the clock you get what you don't want. Even my pugglies look brand new.

Driving around all these cities I've never had to pronounce before I start to recognize locations and landmarks. In Portsmouth I can almost always tell which direction the apartment building is in, and the damn thing is tall enough to see for miles.

The next few months are going to be busy for me. A lot of movement. I need to clean my apartment of pet hair and old possessions. I'm in the mood now where I can purge and donate and discard without feeling that weird material guilt. I'm ready for it all to be gone. The less I have the less I have to haul down flights of stairs and across the country. It's good incentive.

There's a new notebook in my life. If you robbed a shaggy-haired boy with black glasses and a green messenger bag you'd find it contains three different notebooks. The newest one my VDay Sweety gave to me. It's black and classic and it's ancestors served Picasso and Hemingway. The pages are unlined and off-white and slowly becoming filled with creative ideas based on the life and times of your humble narrator. It's The Comic Notebook. Even if a comic never happens, writing is an end in itself.

I'm wanting my dad and his wife to visit. Don't take this the wrong way, brother, but I'm kind of hoping you aren't working so you can come too. heh It feels like spending time with the three of them would be therapeutic. I don't know what needs therapy though. Mebbe just some family time. My parents are very calming.

Okay, I think I'm gonna get some lunch. Adios.

- David

Let me help you outta yo chair, grandma!

More Pics for Lovahs

beachstuff.jpg, originally uploaded by BodhiDave.

I spent Valentine's week in the state that will soon be my new home. I even got an extra day because the Cleveland airport got snowed in! Yays!

There's a few pics of my visit. Click to see.

- David

Resurfaced

The recently resurfaced parking lot of my office building is new and black and sharp, just like the bands around my left wrist. With raw and strange rough patterns that will fade in color and become smooth from time and traffic, leaving the abstraction of what it looked like before only in the heads the people who do the work.

- David

Doing It Anyways

I'm sleepy and kind of restless, but I need to post. I'm trying to keep my wrist off the laptop because it's sensitive to heat still, and I don't want to get lotions on Emily. She gets enough fluids on her. ;)

I'll be gone all next week. Back to Virginia for me. My last visit there! I'm excited. Today watching a commercial for colleges down here I saw the Hoover Dam and thought to myself, "I used to live on that side of the country..." Then I bust up laughing.

I read the best Live Journal entry today. Even though it made me smile, I was shocked and said, "Oh no!" loud enough for my friend in the office to hear me. I said it in the tone people use when seeing a cute kitten fall off a table and land into a clothes hamper or something. It was perfect.

If I raise my eyebrows and look up just right, I can see my hair.

Gah, I can't concentrate. I think it's time for bed.

- David

Full Saturday

First, I got tattooed. Yes I passed out, no I'm not a wuss. I just didn't eat enough before I went. Apparently a bowl of salad and a Flintstones Kid doesn't cut it.

Little Tab (as there are two Tabithas there) started doing the outlines and I got to feeling light-headed and sweaty. Instead of being smart and staying in my seat I got up and asked for some water. I couldn't find the water cooler in a tiny room, and all of a sudden something was tapping the back of my head and then I was sitting up off the ground looking at Lil Tab walk over to me. I think I did the slow motion fall. She filled me full of water from a tiny wax cup and Skittles and I was right as rain. An hour and a half later, we was done. Once it's healed up and I have a camera you'll have pics.

Then I went home, ate almost an entire Red Baron's pizza, and laid on my couch for a while. After which I got all purdied up and went to see these fools:




EDIT: I decided you guys needed another taste. They're just so fun.





Don't pay any attention to the video, this is the only good quality audio I can find


So. Damn. Fun. This was like my first real concert even though it was in a tiny little place in Tempe. Now I don't dance or do lots of movements, but by the end of the show I was jumping around and had sweaty hair. It was fantastic. They played the song above and all my other favorites. That guy has a ton of energy, he can rock it.

After that there was a bout of drunken peddle-boating around this lake. Three guys and a lesbian are hard to get around in one of those things. My ass, one foot, and back are still sore. It was fun though. Next time we need to make sure the battery is charged, that would have been easier and more chill.

Okay, back to work. Take it easy my friends.

- David

Chris' Friend Devan - "Oh sorry guys, it was that other way."
Me - "Damn it Amelia Airheart!"

w00ts & y4ys

This week has gone by so damn fast. It's spectacular.

February! The month o' love. Everyone it seems is having luck in that department lately, and I'm glad. My amigo bonito Aero will have his lady from the East coast moving in tomorrow. I'm rooting him on. It's good to see that work out for him; he's awesome. I know he's reading this, haha.

I'll be in the state for lovahs all of Valentine's week. I can't wait. I'm looking forward to hotel rooms with tiny kitchens, the ocean, and red hair. Hopefully the next seven days feel as short as the last has, and then the nine after that feel like a week each. It's funny how relative time can be. I haven't worn a watch in years.

I'm getting a tattoo tomorrow. Of your face! Just kidding. Seen The Fountain? Bands like that around my left wrist. Three of them, unevenly spaced and different sizes. There will be pictures as soon as they look good enough. I promise not to do the cliche thing of instantly taking pictures of tattoos when they're still red. Patience my friends, patience. I've wanted a spiritual tattoo for a while, but something simple. This will be it. Also, it will be bit of a tribute to Seth. That movie helped a lot with that.

My camera is still busted. Damn thing. I saw the cutest little kid walking around the park today in his bare feet. He went up to a tree, thought about climbing it, and decided to pet it instead. He had curly hair like crazy. It was the bare feet that did it.

I feel good lately. Normal. I don't know what it is, but I have my suspicions. I think I've entered the stage where everything feels okay again. I'm not worried that my life is going to collapse again. Maybe writing 2007 on everything has convinced me it's a new year finally.

Damn, it's after 7:15pm and I'm still at work. Better get on getting out. Adios, be safe this weekend.

- David

Cows are cute.