I'm the king of everything.

Yeah I basically am. Fuck it, since I have been called conceited, why not act it.

Refreshed and pleased with things around me for the first time in a long time. The trip to RVA over the weekend was way over due. Hanging with friends, and some friends that are family made everything amazing. Only bad thing is that it seems like a blur of parties and food. The main reason I went down was to celebrate a new life, and put to the bed the loss of my own. The late night conversations on a porch with good friends as a sounding board is something that I do not see being replicated up here. That is why it is a vacation, the things I can not do here.

New music has been making its way into my head lately, and not one of the new discs is a bad one. The new Counting Crows is awesome, as is the new Alkaline Trio. The new Trio I was concerned about, but am very surprised a how great it sounds, as always the lyrics make it.

On a side note, I think there should be requirements for summer clothing. As in weight maximum's. I am tired of seeing people whose thighs rub together wear skinny jeans or Capri's. Come on people, your clothes should never look like you painted them on. Also, spandex is included in that. Sandals should only be worn if you take care of your feet. No tank tops showing off your horrid "artwork". Seriously if you are so proud that you picked #51 off a wall in a shop, you should go hang yourself.

That is all.
Nuff Said.

That's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call chest.

Yeah I felt that today I needed to start it off with a My Chemical Romance quote. Spent some time rediscovering the first disc in the past few days and remembering the feeling I got the first time I fell in love with it. So awesome, plain and simple.
Which brings me to last Friday, not yesterday, but last week Friday. Saw them headline MSG, and kill it. I mean KILL it. They were simply amazing. Watching a band grow from playing in tiny little clubs, to killing it at MSG is great. Congrats to them and everyone involved with them.
that was how I started last weekend. The calm before the storm. The storm came in, blew me around, settled in my chest, and waited to be released. When it finally was, I found myself a freakin mess. I finally seem to be coming out it, thank god. Such a pleasing feeling. Over the past few days to relieve the confusion, I have been working my ass off, and immersing myself in it. better to bury the brain in work, then let the brain sit and over analyze everything and drive me insane. As the storm passes, and my mind eases, a semblance of normalcy begins to settle in again.
Over the past week, I have seen many old friends again. That might be the most calming thing I could ever ask for. The joy of hanging out and the telling of stories and memories.
God bless the friends who have stuck around and made this life worth living.
I think that an IGNITE lyric fits best here at the end, so yeah, I'll go with that:
" Acquaintances, they don't stick around, I can only count my true friends on one hand. "
Well maybe more than one hand, but ya know what I mean.

Ahem

Bordem has set in at work. Trying to figure out what to do next is the question of the moment.
I find it truly interesting this "blogging" thing. I mean, I used to do it years ago on livejournal, and now its huge and sprawling. I truly can't think of anyone who doesn't blog. It is kind of disgusting, but whatever. It is a social disease that doesn't kill. But maybe it does. Maybe it kills the artistic spirit of actually physically writing something down. I prefer to do it here because most of the time my handwriting is so illegible that even I can't read it a day after it is written.

I think will use this space to also re-post blogs from elsewhere and look back and comment on my life and how it has changed, or stayed the same.

Alas, I am joining the "blog revolution", albeit fashionably late.

That's how I roll.