I haven't really been writing very much on here, having been absorbed into the eRave that is Yelp.com, and in some ways I suppose that's a good thing. On occasion I'll go back through the archives and read some of what I've written; oftentimes this is a mistake.
Drunk, lonely, angry, Denali, drunk, funny story, Denali, poem, drunk, movie review, lonely, lonely, drunk. And so on.
When I started this thing, it was my hope to really be what it's named. I wanted to write about what I thought and what was going on in my life, partially because it was pretty interesting but mostly because I'm criminally self-involved. If what I've got here is any measure, my life has been depressing and angry for a long, long time.
I don't see it that way. I frankly think I've had a great life so far. My great loves, my different jobs, my eclectic interests, and the tremendous amount of laughter I've midwifed - I love these things.
I recently went out on a date with someone who seemed to think my life was far more fascinating than I would have ever thought possible. Personally, my life seems like an upgraded slacker life. Beer, girls, videogames, money, and some deep face-up conversations make up most of it. I guess in retrospect she was right, kinda, but this website sure doesn't give that impression.
Anyways, I'm just checking in.