Apples, Cheddar & The Rain

You know with a little work and some poorly played music that last post could be a crappy Dashboard Confessional song...


But seriously folks in trying to find that balance between "survival" and "massive fuck-all destruction" I do and say some funny things.


Not funny ha-ha, funny what the fuck.

And for the most part I like to consider myself lucky that people care enough about me to let most of that shit slide.

On the other hand it leaves me sitting here on occassion going, "Was that really as fucked as it sounded?"

Sometimes I find out much after the fact that it was, other times I sort it out on my own rather quickly.

I suppose out of context just about everything hear can sound like total madness, and sometimes only the people that know me very well can decipher the more cryptic musings which very often turn out to be thinly veiled inside jokes or off the cuff references to minor things that happened several days, weeks, months, or years ago.

And then again sometimes even I look back at an old post and go, "Why did I write that?" Which is pretty impressive because I rarely forget anything. So today had a few "Really?" moments, and on top of those there were a few "Huh...go figure" moments, and on top of all of those was one fairly minor yet hilarious "You've gotta fucking be kidding me" moment.

So as we creep past one in the morning, as I sit at my desk munching on overpriced fruit and cheese and wait for the weather to turn I'm left to wonder when the funny stuff is going to be replaced by the big stuff and when the big stuff is going to actually turn into something. I'm not really on the path towards anything, I'm sort of just wandering in the woods. But I'm not lost, oh no, I'm not lost. I'm just taking my time.

Just taking my time.

What a weird day...