time to speak out is overdue...

So, I am stuck with them.

The roomies announced tonight that they were staying until July at the earliest.

What shitty timing.

I could do with a little privacy right now; I could do with an empty house.

I guess not.

In response, I have been planning a trip to Sin Jawns. In July, maybe August.
What I would really like is a couple of days at my parents' cabin.

Alone.

In the bush; on the ocean.

It is a big cabin, but has no electricity or running water. Right on the ocean.
It is the most calming place I can think of.

I would like to get dropped off. A bag of groceries in one hand pushing my bike with the other.

Alone, waiting for someone to join me or pick me up.

Boil some mussels in a fire on the beach. Hell, cook all my meals on an open fire.

God, I need to get away.

Anyone want to join me on the Rock?

It'll hurt, but you will be better for it.

"Tu Eres Caliente y Sabroso"

I am so looking forward to Nacho Libre.

It is not right, my feelings about this movie.

Jack Black, Jared Hess and Mike White.

Cause Napoleon Dynamite rocked and School of Rock, well... rolled!

Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories...

there are many roads around the airport.

some dark and haunted.
others bright and busy.

they criss cross and collect,
following the contours of places
we, mere mortals, aren't allowed to go.

chain link surrounds parking lot,
parking lot surrounds warehouse,
warehouse blocks view.

but the car is
comfortable,

with tunes under control
and the map upside down,

comfortable...

there are no other places I would rather be.

"We are a storytelling people. You call it lying, I call it culture."

overheard on MSN...

spezbaby says:
i used to do a lot of interpretive dance.

but it’s a warm rain says:
interpretive dance? lol

spezbaby says:
hey, i was good

but it’s a warm rain says:
what were you interpreting?

spezbaby says:
many things
it wasn't just once.

but it’s a warm rain says:
are you serious? did you actually do real interpretive dance?

spezbaby says:
i am not sure I should tell you. you seem to be such a sceptic.

but it’s a warm rain says:
well then you'll just have to prove me otherwise

spezbaby says:
i am masterful

but it’s a warm rain says:
did you wear tights?

spezbaby says:
one reviewer said they had never seen a sunrise until they saw me.

but it’s a warm rain says:
lol

spezbaby says:
i don't own tights.

but it’s a warm rain says:
did you keep the clipping?

spezbaby says:
it was online. you could probably find it if you wanted.

spezbaby says:
I haven't worn tights in years.
decades, even.

but it’s a warm rain says:
tights, interpretive dance....
there's a side to you that I never envisioned

spezbaby says:
Uh oh, one of the roomies is stirring
he is up and around
so he isn't dead
he is wobbling towards his bedroom.

but it’s a warm rain says:
no, such activity would certainly indicate he is not dead

spezbaby says:
well, I have seen enough zombie movies to not believe that.

but it’s a warm rain says:
zombies aren't real my friend

spezbaby says:
you've never seen me dance. I could make zombies come to life on stage.

but it’s a warm rain says:
lol

but it’s a warm rain says:
how old were you?
when you danced?

spezbaby says:
mid to late twenties, why?

but it’s a warm rain says:
I'm still not 100% sure that you're telling me the truth. I'm waiting for you to tell me that you're joking! do you have pictures?

spezbaby says:
I take my dance career very serious.

but it’s a warm rain says:
career?

spezbaby says:
no pictures, unfortunately

spezbaby says:
well, at one point I thought of it as a career

but it’s a warm rain says:
ok, now you must be pulling my leg.
career in dancing? Peter?
you now know that I expect you to be a fabulous dancer

spezbaby says:
well, it didn't work out,
but I am not bitter

I shoulda turned back; I shoulda known better

Everything is serene.

One roomie is in his room watching Wonder Woman episodes on his laptop.

The other is snoring loudly in front of the TV in a darkened living room.

I am sitting here, listening to tunes and thinking about things.

A week or so ago, I had an odd conversation with a friend.

She told me everything wasn't always about me.

I probably deserved it. I think I had just told her that there was an ongoing theme in my romantic life. It went sort of like this:

I fall for women who, through no fault of their own, end up kicking me in the junk.
And I have women fall for me who, through no fault of their own, I end up kicking in the junk.

Simple.

Well, to be honest, my leg is getting tired and my junk need a nice relaxing vacation.

It isn't all about me, but this work in progress needs to start making a little more sense.

So, I'm an idiot.