He's been gone only three nights so far and I am already lonely as hell.

If I can't tolerate two weeks, how am I supposed to survive an entire year again, come July?

How do you people live alone? I don't even want to be here any more.

I:

I work.
I hurt.
I drink.
I hurt.
I sleep.
I hurt.
I have fleeting moments of ecstasy.
I hurt.

Lather.
Rinse.
Repeat.

Tonight is my Friday. I have nothing meaningful to say.

Still breathing.

Since last update, I have: Driven across the United States. Visited several of them for days at a time. Moved to Kansas. Been caught in more than one tornado. Spent a summer in humidity and temperatures no one should have to live with. Driven back across the United States. Moved back to the Seattle area. Acquired a steady job. Worked away my drinking time.

I think we're pretty much caught up.

47 days remain.

Ah, crap.

I don't normally do these things, but since Barry The Bizza "tagged" me, and because I feel terrible for flaking on him and his lovely wife on New Year's Eve to spend the evening staring at the stark white walls of of a hospital, I'll bite for a change.

Link to the person that tagged you, post the rules on your blog. Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs. Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Except I'm not tagging anyone, deal? I never was one for rules.

The Facts (since perhaps one person who reads this actually knows me, this should be quite simple):

1. I've got more tattoos and hidden piercings than that strange biker friend you have. And I have a vagina. Shield your children!
2. I attended college while in high school. My major was print journalism. After having worked in the field for a few years, my interest changed (that, and I realized I'm absolute shit at interviewing people -- blame my inner introvert). I switched to design/layout and was much happier.
3. I only have nine toes.
4. I recently went to a local strip club with a friend of mine, only to discover that my ex sister-in-law was working the pole. I promptly walked out.
5. I can't stop listening to Placebo for the past several weeks, and I don't care if that's not interesting.
6. Over the past two months, I've lost over 30 pounds.
7. One of these facts is a lie, and it's not numbers one, two, four, five or six.

This must mean I'm done blogging for the year, right? I hope not. Done for now, however, as I've got hair dye piled on my head and it's past time to rinse. Time to shower before it eats into my skull.

Has it really been over a year since I've updated this thing? Well then, I suppose we have some catching up to do.

However, I can't be assed to do it right now. Let's just say for the moment that life has done a 180 on me in the past year, and for the moment, I am happy. I may expound on that at a later time.

Such a novel concept, really. Happiness. It can be fleeting and has kinks from time to time, but for the most part, happiness reigned over 2007.

May 2008 bring happiness to new extremes. For all of us.

Slowly, and with each passing day, I'm killing myself.

In a month and a half (less, probably), my world is going to be turned upside down. Whether this will be good or bad remains to be seen...wish me luck.

Confusion.

Complete and utter confusion.

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And for absolutely no reason, here's a recent webcam pic:

I can't take credit for this, however it is completely fitting:

01/02/2005 at 14:38:12

My stomach didn't do a flip, my hands didn't get cold and clammy.
I didn't have a hot flash, and feel my legs get weak.
My mouth didn't go dry, my crotch didn't get wet and I didn't get the shakes.

My dear boy, my heart didn't stop for one second when I saw you yesterday.

And that's how I know that finally, finally I am fucking over you.

Life's been...strange as of late. I've got no complaints.

Yet.