There comes a time in every yuppie’s life when he gets home after a night out, fumbles with the keys at the front gate, nearly topples over getting undressed, and plops into bed. The next morning, he wakes up (after only two hours of sleep) and heads to an early morning meeting still smelling of alcohol.
That wasn’t fiction; that was yesterday for me. And so, after much thought (a whole two hours’ worth!), I’ve decided to take a week off from the boozing. I’m detoxing, baby!
There’s the shit I get myself into, and there’s the shit you make me do.
Equally stupid, ridiculously pointless, none of which I regret.
There’s the shit that I’m prepared for, and there’s the shit you drop in my lap.
I’m no smarter at the end of it all, but you’ve made me a glutton for it.
I get into shit ‘cause I don’t know any better,
but I choose to stay and finish it.
And even if I know I’ll hate myself in the morning,
I live for the shitty nights I spend with you.
I’m going to travel. I don’t care who’s coming with me, I don’t care where I’m gonna be staying (hopefully with people who won’t charge me rent), and I won’t mind not knowing the language.
I don’t wanna go somewhere as a tourist, just going to the different bars and getting drunk (but I’ll probably do that the first few nights). I wanna experience a different kind of travel. It won’t be about the landmarks and the destinations and the souvenirs (although I will bring some home just the same). I wanna be somewhere else and not have to think about what I’m going to be coming home to.
I love my life, but sometimes I just wanna be somewhere else.
I hate it when I have a cold. I can’t talk properly (say “noon” and it sounds like “dude”), I feel weak, I have to drink lots of liquids and end up making more trips to the bathroom than usual…
But more than a cold, I hate it when my allergic rhinitis acts up. Anything can trigger it: dust, a particularly hot sun, strong perfume, anything really. It’s like having a cold, but you can’t call in sick. “Um, I can’t come to work ‘cause I have an allergy.” Nope, that’s not gonna work.
Guess I just gotta play through the “pain.”
My old blog (tabulas.com~donmarfori) is dead; the community that was once a thriving and dynamic community of almost-daily bloggers has faded along with it.
Facebook and Multiply aren’t ideal locations for blogs; they both announce to all your friends that you’ve got new entries. In Facebook’s case, you either 1. feel disappointed that none of the people you want to comment commented on your entry, or 2. people whose opinions you don’t care for flood your note with entries. I used to write semi-regularly on Multiply, but I don’t particularly care for their new interface. Twitter, on the other hand, is for those who only have time (or energy, discipline, whatever) for a few words. As someone who writes for a living, though, I need to muster up the discipline and dedication to my craft to commit my thoughts to paper (at least virtually) and maintain an active blog.
And so I’m here. I’m still on Facebook and Twitter everyday, but for those’ll just be for finding out what’s what with friends. This is my new blog. Get ready for all the senti musings, corny jokes, the weird songs/videos, and the biased (you have been warned!) reviews of anything and everything that I see watch, listen to, and read.