A Brief Recap
Saturday, January 26th, 2008Forgive me Internet for I have sinned. It has been 627 days since my last entry.
Where to begin… After my last entry, I spent a few months in Vancouver selling hot-dogs. I came back to New York, stayed for a month, then moved to Chicago. I became a real person there, with a job, an apartment, money, and yes, an electric tin opener. I also fell in love.
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Chicago h. didn’t really feel a need to write stupid little paragraphs on the Internet for all to see. He didn’t have the time. After all, he had a job, an apartment, money, and yes, an electric tin opener. But then, after a year or so, he couldn’t take it anymore. The job was shit, the apartment was slanty, the money went towards the gas bill, and it turned out that a manual tin opener is much better than the electric kind. So Chicago h. quit his job, moved back to New York, and found himself right back where he started–living at home with his father, as though the whole Chicago episode never happened. Except he’s now 27 (still smoking, even though he had always promised that he’d quit at 25) and quite a bit heavier.
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It’s not quite that simple. A lot happened there. I had some very good hot dogs. I got to go to California again. I met someone who… made things better. It’s as though all of the angst and other volatile emotions that I used to fuel my “writing” just disappeared. I may even have been happy.
Maybe it’s love, or maybe I’m mellowing with age, but this space doesn’t seem to have any real purpose at this point. I don’t even really know why I’m writing this entry. Maybe in the future there will be actual writing here. Maybe the angst will come back. I have a pretty good track record of fucking things up, after all. I can’t possibly be happy for long, right?
