When did I last curl up in her lap? It’s been so long, I cannot recall. Despite numbered boxcars on the calendar and the disinterested faces of clocks, a concrete memory eludes me. Time, location, and date, they’re merely three dimensions after all.
That number, it could be a trinity – secure, owned, loved.
Instead, it feels abstract.
Feeling a tad nostalgic this evening and found The Cult meandering down memory lane. I’ve always loved this song in equal proportion to all the hedonistic acts that took place while listening to this tune – privately, in night clubs, and two live performances. Unsurpisingly, The best memories were made behind closed doors.
Well, most of them. Because then I found this video and remembered Bike Week, 1995. It was a ‘working vacation’ for yours truly, but that never stopped me from having a good time. Bike Week was always crazy, probably still is, but 95 was the most insane trips to Daytona I ever made.
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Oh, I am absolutely with you! This would be a very good reason for me to go on a long term travel to Asia or another place just as far away.
Stay calm and take care!
I’m going to work on it. I’ve got a couple of contingency plans in place already. Two of my friends have offered to suddenly have super-important emergencies and that they absolutely require my presences right fucking now if they get a code word from me. I’ve got some people I can talk to and vent to and yell and scream to, and I’ve got something that I’m hopeful will help keep me grounded, and help me shrug off her words. I’ve been planning this for the last couple of months, been putting different things in place to help me work on not burning the house down. We’ll see how well-prepared I really am when she gets here tomorrow (fuck me with a chainsaw, tomorrow).
Ah the joys of family
Dude, right?
least its just a visit
Very true
Um….try no. Just say no. It does not seem possible. You need to draw boundaries around when these people waltz into your life….I mean, you have a life. No is the word you are looking for….truly! Good luck whatever you decide though!