The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Last night didn't exactly go as planned but anytime I wake up expecting to be in a completely different room than I'm actually in and with unexplained scrapes running up one arm, I know I'm going to have a good story to tell. ...Once it's retold to me of course.

Well, I just drew Macho Man as a fetus with a chain umbilical cord for a friend's album cover-man, I'm going to Hell for that one. I just have to wait to get my other friend to photoshop in some shiny and it should be up. I'll post a link when my atrocity is finished.

This is not where I was last year, but it's only a slight shift. I'm repeating the same old patterns in new clothes to fill the gaps between each new great adventure and the lull keeps getting longer. At least, that's what I've been told. I know there's a train out there that will take me to Anywhere, I can hear it when I'm not sleeping--restless and staring in the quiet that sinks in the absence of their lazy grins and breathy confessions. This wide-eyed acceptance of mine isn't doing it anymore. Forever is getting exponentially shorter with each passing heartbeat and the signs are everywhere that the thrill has left town without me for good. I'm not sad. I'm just here. I'm always here, I don't seem to ever really go away. On the precipice again, I guess I'll keep waiting for the turnover. The pattern is already in place for a new era of the same old times to bully its way in: a near tragedy shook a little dust from long established familial rituals, I've found another in-between to hang my hat, acquaintances flared in and out of my vision with spectacular synchronized grace, and like it always ends, I was bowled over then by the reverb left behind when "I love you, Dear" fell on deaf ears. I know there's a train out there that will take me to Anywhere.

As consolation for my sudden and supremely shitty new situation, I've decided to have the most pathetic girly indulgences of a night. Drinking Honey Brown with a dozing cat at my feet, dying my hair even more red, listening to Augustana, and thinking about the men I might have married. I don't foresee anything but the soppingest of entries in the near future so to those few of you have still frequent this place, my apologies for the lame and the watermarks.

COMMENTS

-

---

indefatigue
01:08 Oct 05 2011

you have an incredible way with words...

---

POST COMMENT

My only other weekday opener/co-interim-manager just called me and quit. My manager/store owner is out of town for another week so I just have to deal. I have 1 super green closer, 1 super green weekend opener, 3 support staffers who can't do either and one girl who has worked a total of 3 shifts so far. No one has an open schedule. I'm going to be pulling doubles all week except for the days I have class. There's just no way around it. I can train two of the support staffers to open or close but by the time they're ready to be on their own my boss will be back. I don't trust the manager from the other store with my customers so I'm basically boned. Basically. If I didn't give a doodle about customers I'd just let the newbs have at but I do and so, boned am I.

I'm talking out of my ass at this point, I won't believe in any of these convictions tomorrow--when they've all outlived their usefulness.