Moving things over slowly, heh, bye bye blogger.

Ah, the little things, the search, the mp3s, the random picture that stopped being random, what's a boy to do?

Anyway, this is my foray back into the digital soup, I was gone a while wasn't I?

So the new, strangely enough the newest things are what's been happening with my friends, not me. My usual response to what's new in my life is, "Same old, same old," because it's the bloody truth. I am quite boring by myself.

I spent close to 3 months away and slipped right back into my old routine as soon as I got back. It's become painfully clear I'm no "go-getter", I have my moments, but I need to build up to them for a couple months, the body just doesn't seem to be up to the task otherwise.

Relationship-wise, things are good, I hit many a rough spot in Trinidad, but that was neither unexpected nor terribly lasting. It's too hard to figure out too, not enough data exists to be examined, because when you don't see someone for a while the time together tends to be a race to cram as much emotion and "time together" as possible, the former sometimes leading to a skewed reality in which things happen that basically, hurt your bloody head. There is no more gradual progression (it seems) from one emotion to the next, it's like a madman behind the scenes flipping switches and dials to their extremes.

I was watching John Leguizamo's "Sexaholic" (which was nowhere near as good as "Freak" but hey), anyway he's talking about the woman that later became his wife and said, "...a woman that calls me on my bullshit, and is SWEET about it? What the FUCK?!"

Now call me crazy but for real, what the fuck?! Why is it we can't (1) call people on their bullshit, and (2) can't we take being called on ours? We immediately get defensive, we never take a step back and realize, "hmm, I was being an asshole." I think when a relationship has that level of understanding from both people involved, well damn, where do I sign up?

I'm notoriously bad for giving in, I never bow out, I fight my point even if I'm dead wrong and I know it, because a part of me always wants to win; to keep me up in the polls in the election constantly being waged in my head. I've been trying to change that, I find myself saying, "I'm sorry, you're right," more often than I ever have before, and it's a start.

Ah yes, plenty things swimming around my head, I'm going to try and be a little more blunt when it comes to talking about those things, I've skirted close to the edge but I always kept a little back, well fuck that, this is my place isn't it, and who better to say things that'll get me in trouble but me?

Thanks for sticking around guys.

Justin | 11:29 PM