I'm aiming for somewhere between bland and accidently entertaining. I think that I've failed on both accounts. I'm an introverted social outcast I suppose, but psycho babble is best left to after-dinner-mint time with a tall glass of whiskey and a little time to spare.
Grew up in Phoenix in the 80s when it was a ghost town, but was born in Providence and my roots truly lie there. So, a bit NE attitude; a little bit SW - but turning into more and more of a NW loner/lover with each passing day. Maybe now that I'm no longer working the graveyard shift, I might actually be able to enjoy this town once again.
gOOD MORNING, vitamin D. I might need to get a zip car and head out to Astoria sometime soon. I miss the sound of waves breaking against rocks and coral.
And wow. So many haters of the 'smoker' out there in this neck of the woods. Perhaps it might be time to consider quitting. I need to be smoke free by Nov 20th-something anyway - or else my friends get to beat the shit out of me at Slapsgiving. I made a pledge at the beginning of the summer. You know, a good amount of very good vodka is a bad idea sometimes when playing with verbal binding agreements.
But it's a hard habit to break. It's a tough nut to crack. It's just one more bad cliche really . . .
Girls with glasses, black tea, good coffee and things that go bump in the night are all pretty damn appetizing. As are geeks, punks, nerds, goths, freaks, dweebs, librarians, bibliophiles, aspiring filmmakers, writers, artists, fallen Catholics, Irish folks who drink Sake, and most people who just generally don't suck.
I like wandering (a tad amount of irish traveler in me, perhaps), people watching, hanging out in the snow, reading, writing, 'rithmetic, blah blah blah...I like a lot of stuff. And I dislike some stuff too. I won't bore you with the details. It's up in the air sometimes. More cliches.