flip

a month an 6 days really?! thought i had more creativity than that. oh wait, i do. i get into situations where i'm incredibly stimulated and i have words of absolute beauty and perfection flowing through my brain but instead of writing them down i let them brew into a stew, then i throw that stew into a hot oven with all my other thoughts and they lose all resemblance to anything personally original or anything not apathetically based. sigh. so i shall rant about my life! the title, 'flip' is because i find i'm saying it far more than normal. far more. i'm gonna tone it down about 67% so it doesn't become annoying to myself even, but keep up with the FOTC (because flight of the conchords is far to long to type clearly... ps thats the last time i'll use it. i'm not novelizing their genius by putting up on the same mispoken pedestal as LOTR. funnily filmed in NZ... screw any abbreviation with 'of the' in the middle.) based slang because regardless of annoyance, it still owns my life. fingers on keyboard just feel good. straight up.

i just turned 22. i thought that deserved and indentation and a new paragraph. but still no capitals because i haven't referred to anything regarding my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, whom i only use capitals for because really its the only thing worthy of capital lettering. its no disrespect to other valid sources of capitalization, i just feel in my own personal writing i should focus equality to all with my God in exemption of that self inflicted law. I AM OLD! but still stag-in-the-woods young. ladies. stag. deer. male. shoo, i'm single and i like it that way. (oh but you can come.) HA inner dialog about my relational choices. hehehehe. so really i'm no older physically than any other human being. we all decay. LIES i am as old as any other 22 year old and one dayer. flip.

being at this august stage of life where my best friend is leaving me for greener pastures, i've now been outed into the world of finding a place to live, and honestly, i'm super excited for the potential of parking my car by a body of water and falling asleep there. mebe not every night in august, but not having a 'home' to come home to seems like quite the adventure to me. 'aim high' they say. ..... ... what if SIMPLICITY MAKES ME HAPPY! f***ing world. deeming whats acceptable by our standards. NOMADS FOR THE WIN! but only for august. super super excited for two tight roomates once september rolls around, one of whom is pretty much in the exact same leaving situation later on in the year. ps making plans scares me. because my plans could so easily be changed by Gods plans. nevertheless pragmatically i've been told time and time again that a 'planned' future won't lead to homelessness. and i agree, i just... think homeless people sometimes have the right idea. not with begging for food or being hungry, but just with being homeless! how awesome to not have anything and just drink in what the world has to offer.... my goodness what a thrill! but again, only for a month. i wouldn't ever condone this course of action as a viable excuse to 'live free' but perhaps a dabble for awhile couldn't hurt.

but of course i'm house hopping anyways, so never fear! i just need some chunk of floor, and PRESTO! i have a bed. i'm excited. i'm gonna go invigorate my senses by.... drawing? graffitiing on things? learning some music on me knew guitar? (from my dearest love marc. its guy love. love between two guys. you dont' have to understand. you just have to accept.)

PEE