Sorry.
I go so caught up in my relentless routine that I forgot to log on.. surprise!
Where was I? ..nowhere? Oh, okay. Easy, I suppose.
It’s nice kicking back a bruski with old friends for old time’s sake. Sitting around a fire in the heat of summer. Still enjoying what extra heat it has to offer. Knowing that the beer ur drinking is out of place but is the binding entity [enjoy broad sweeping word] amidst the nite. All the stories we all shared that we all laughed at even tho they’ve already been abused to the point where any outsider would puke, reading a mental rendition of the “Midnight Summer’s Redundency.” It’s nice having men who have women kick back as if nothing else exists. I have no woman… or guy, pervert… so pretending to be single is surprisingly easy for me. But the point hasnt been understood. Single, taken, complicated [compliments of facebook], these things dont exist during guys night… at all. We’re just there, living in the past, calibrating the moment so we all walk out of it feeling a little less weight on our shoulders.
Life is beautiful.
Over a year since I’ve dated and I’m still, despite wanting a girlfriend, happy without one. I’ve done more than right by myself since my last days with a woman… more specifically: girl. I’ve all but extinguished my plans for “the future”.. im living in the day, my day, a day i can enjoy with all.
Seize the date ::delete:: ::delete:: y!!!
