Return of the King

So...

I'm back. More or less. I just got my computer back yesterday from Jay F., who kicks seven kinds of ass for fixing my broken shit. Thanks, man.

I haven't had my PC since mid-November, and it's great to not have to go to the goddamn library to go online. Here I sit, beer in hand, spewing forth my brain goo without a plan, just like the old days.

Speaking of the old days, I'm single again. Laura and I split up three weeks ago today, and it sucks. I don't even know how it happened, really. We've fought before, and we always made up in a timely fashion. Not this time. It was a bullshit, unnecessary argument that could have easily been avoided. I don't know why or how it escalated into The End, but it did. The day after The Fight, she had changed her Myspace profile to "single," and deleted the pictures of us from her page. She hasn't called, or written, or anything, and that's just...strange. We were in love. At least, I was. I dunno. She was pissed that I play a lot of gigs, and that Music always comes first for me, and she thought I was cheating on her, and (according to her) I'm a loser because I still live at home and because I wanted to go to bed (at 4:30 am on a Sunday) instead of banging her (even though she blew off the whole day I had set aside to be with her) and several other reasons that I can't even remember. It's fucked up. She exploded at me, and lost her damn mind. So, I lost my damn mind, and said some hurtful shit to her, and I don't even know if I threw her out, or she wanted to leave, or whatever. She had her sister come and pick her up at, like, 5am or something, and that was that. I wasn't even going to write about this, but I can't seem to stop myself. Unresolved issues, and shit. I just can't believe that after all of the shit we went through (together and separately) over the last year, one argument (over nothing, really) is enough for her to walk away and write me off like that. I'm pissed off. I really tried so hard for this girl, and went out of my way, and did every little thing I could think of to make her happy, and let her know that I love her, and tried to support her emotionally (not financially-shit-I can't even support myself), and encourage her to explore her creative side, and dealt with her angry drunkenness, and feelings of worthlessness, and everything else. It's...


Sorry. I had to get that out. There will be no more of that kind of thing here. This is a Happy Place, where I write Funny Things to amuse myself (and, like, the two people who read this crap).

Okay, so...Funny Things...ummm...shit. I got nothing. I just put myself in a bad mood with all of that kvetching. Beer Time.

Here's the deal- I'm going out drinking tonight with my BAG crowd (Rob, Kenny, Kristen, Elise, Lindsay, Christine, Stoner, El Jefe, Kelly, Kelly, and Kelly [yes, there are three Kellys], Adam, and several other people I'm forgetting) and upon my return, if the mood strikes, I will BLOG some more. But, only Fun Stuff. No more Maudlin Bullshit. I promise. I've spent three weeks dealing with this Breakup. Three weeks of coping, and vacillating between sadness and anger, and having to explain to people "What Happened with Laura and I" (which I've condensed down to a twenty-words-or-less version due to endless repetition), and I'm sick of it. I'm done with it. I've been through worse Breakups than this, and regret nothing.

"I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and, gosh darn it-people like me!" -Stuart Smalley

Lock up your daughters and hide the whisky- Shawn Hendricks Motherfucker is back.