lock-up ballard

So I realize that the wheels sort of fell off the proverbial bus over here at BAABP. First I blew Dork Week by not completing 5 posts, and then I didn't make a single post last week. I apologize but I have one or two really good reasons for my incompetence/neglect. Let me start with why Dork Week blew up in my stupid internet face, well it's mainly because I was moving out of my house that week and in to a new (and much better place) out here in breezy Ballard, that and writing 5 posts in one week is next to impossible when you have a job and some drinkn' to do. The other part stems from my lack of internet here at my new place.

So to start things off I would first like to give you some introspective and to preface the stories I will be delivering hot and fresh to your dust covered monitor come Wednesday. What with the "dust covered monitor" remark you might be asking yourself right now? Come on internet, is there any other reason for you to be traipsing through this digital hell then to read my blarrg?

Answer: Absolutely not.

When one of my best friends/roommate left the city almost a year ago, I found myself in a house full of people, 4 to be precise, that I had absolutely nothing in common with. Shit, I wasn't even cool with them when Steve was around but at least Steve was there to bridge the gap or someone that I could relate to and share a beer or two with when I got home from work. When he left however all bets were off, and I found myself in a house full of people I knew next to nothing about, and who knew nothing about me. For the next 8 months I would barricade myself in my room rarely conversing with them, other than to hand them the odd amount of money involving bills, rent, or something they had decided to buy and then charge the rest of us for whatever retarded reason they deemed fit. My already high amount of introversion turned to the extreme spectrum and I basically stopped calling my friends to go and hang out, save Enron who really, whether she knew or not, got me through some shit.

So what's the deal? After a week of living at my new place I have done more than I did in basically a year. Okay, so I am embellishing...a lot, but still I've spent almost the last two years stifled by not only my environment, but I guess even more stifled by my own inability to just commit and pull the trigger.

I'm not trying to sound too sentimental here (like I said I didn't want to make this blag personal), but for the first time since 2001, I actually feel comfortable around the people that I am living with. Not only are they like minded in everything that I am in to; music, art, film etc. They are also an excellent counter point/balance to my otherwise neurotic self. Nicknames abound! I'm kind of partial to "Voltron" when they are together...

Tune in on Wednesday, when I will expunge some of the greatest moments from my time at the "Looney Bin", the place I was living at before I moved here.

Wordles.