Been working, drinking, laughing, drinking, peeling off the remaining shards of green polish, reading, working, sleeeeeping, drinking.

I was catching up on the diary of a talented human & things there were familiar, not so much the many references to gin as the structure of it all & the simple way her thoughts seem to fall onto the "page" & into a random yet purposeful pattern that sings sweetly through my head as I read it.

My drives home have become my most peaceful time. The moments are lost & I'm on auto-pilot & inside my head I've got the Ipod echoing & there are words swirling around & I write & write & write yet not a single thought is actually committed to committment as they never (read: rarely) make it into here or into my paper journal in one piece. They just disappear after entertaining me for a second & are replaced by new ones as rapidly as they occurred & it doesn't stop until I open the door of my Honda & step out into the chilly night breeze.

Looking forward to alone.

a. l. o. n. e.

I've coveted it before & now it shall be mine.

In less than two weeks I'll have a house of my own.

With two bedrooms & a living room ... a large kitchen & small bathroom with a gorgeous tile shower ... a LARGE yard on the rim of a green canyon & it'll be mine. My sister is moving & I'm taking over the house. Moving out of the studio & moving forward into the main house. The studio I'll use for constructively artistic ventures & the house I'll use for entertaining & relaxing & living & the like. I will do everything ... & I'll do it naked if I want to.

a. l. o. n. e.

I'm not even sad that I'll be alone.

Of course there are always people I'll wish were there beside me.

But alone will be nice just the same.

This weekend I get to go to the city & see Beth Orton & do some mini golf & then on Monday it's back to the city & see Rhett Miller & Nicolai Dunger & I can't effing wait.

Patty's Day was full to bursting with Guinness & Socially Pink & American Spirit Lights & laughter SO loud & Queen fights & shoplifted pinches & crushes & body butter & nachos & more Guinness.

The weeks are full of hurty feet & I've got NOTHING furniture wise aside from my computer & my bed & a couple of decoupage projects waiting to happen ... but my empty house will be full of smiles in a week & a half & I wish I could invite you all over for my fabulous home made veggie lasagne & mass quantities of ice cold beer & warm, warm smiles ... because I would.

h. o. m. e. a. l. o. n. e. s. o. o. n.

sigh

:blowing my speakers: Elbow ~ Picky Bugger
:feeding my head: Chuck Palahniuk ~ Lullaby
:rotting my brain: American Idol

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