If you happen upon this, then you either had bookmarked this link from ye ole myspace page, or else in a drunken stupor I told you that I had a blog. Leave me a comment either way, let me know who's out there.
I was rereading some of the older posts...post katrina posts, if you must know. Friggen Katrina, ALWAYS on my mind. But it's like I can't let it go. And maybe it's because we are in the middle of Hurricane Season again, and I'm looking to move back. Move back home. Why the hell am I not home? I have been on pause for the past 2 years of my life. Waiting, waiting. I'm fucking tired of waiting. Unfortuanately, in order not to WAIT, you must DO. I hate doing. Doing inevitably requires PLANNING, GOAL-SETTING, and of course GETTING OFF YOUR ASS. Sigh.
Alas, the plans are in action, I have an interview.
I wonder what it was about living in NOLA that makes me such a snob about living ANYWHERE else. And what was it about NOLA that allowed me to write semi-non-lame-blogs. Not so sure. Fucker a roach just fell out of nowhere and landed with a big pop on a piece of paper next to me. This is what I'm living in . Roaches are falling out of nowhere.
Although I think that might just be my beloved NOLA calling me home.
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