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so like i have no idea how old my dad would have been today, and i guess it doesn't really matter because he's dead. but in any event, i lift a toast to you daddy. i am truly your drunk-ass workaholic son. but i digress. hey, did i tell you i'm moving to washington next month? at least that's what the secret tells me. at least with this chance at employment they're interested enough to fly my sorry ass up there for a visit. kewl. if it all works out next year, my website will be way more updated, i'll be way more kewler again, and i'll be sippin some fine ass washington cabernet, sucking up some damn tasty extra sourdough bread from the seattle waterfront and sitting on my porch watching the sun set on some island in the sound whose name i don't even know. yep, my life in steilacoom. better believe it bitches. who knows, maybe i'll have a garage where i can play. or hook up with some friends and play in a band again. or maybe i'll just continue to sip my wine. and for what it's worth, my soul is crying for hot creek. in a really bad way. some nights i pray that when i move to washington the yakima river will be the same, but i really fear it won't be. and sadly, while still living in ca, i can't go. mmmm. sunsets. watching the sun go down over mammoth with a glass of cabernet, spending the night fighting off bugs and tying flies. spending the next day hunting for trout. can't believe it's soooooo long gone at this point. i guess there's always salmon.... and at least i'll eat that, lol. i was really tempted this last month or two to put up a closed sign on this site, but now i guess i've got a little something to look forward to in the coming months. i'll either be living in washington or dying ever-more-so quickly at the big ip printing company. did i mention i'm bucking to become general manager? hee hee. only took four years and a bitch session to make somebody there realize i got a brain. and now that i've got the gig for all intents and purposes, i'm finding i don't really want to put in the effort for something i don't believe in. and as mulder said, i want to believe. but i can't. so there. the end. peace and love ... and lmfao, if you wanna see something really rude, google a picture of a geoduck clam. if there is a god, this is proof he's got a dirty sense of humor. snuff |
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