So yeah. Not sure if I should keep up with this, or if I should keep paying when it comes time so I can have somewhere to write something. Xanga is the longest journal, written or otherwise, that I've kept. I don't tell my darkest secrets here, but when I've kept up with it, I've had fun writing and vomiting up my random thoughts to a miniscule audience.
I've been busy, ok? Mom and Dad are split up - temporary or permanent - nobody knows as of yet, Mom is out in Middle America taking care of business and in a good place, let's hope it sticks. Dad is temporarily very needy. I am very sick of being the go-to person for direction, calming down, helping to fix. Done several times already since the age of 11.
In other news, doing a little more gigs than normal, some actually paying. I've been enjoying myself, have been sitting in with my saxophonists other band at various venues.
2 weeks until very big work-type thingy that usually stresses me out. Blessed this year with only one of these work-type thingies - knock on wood. Last year there were six. Ugh.
I am one of those creatures, my people, that tend to do this kind of thing in spurts. Then I leave for awhile. I get into other stuff. More recently, I've been addicted to online poker for play chips, and real poker at the Rod & Gun one Friday a month. I kill in play poker - but the best I've done in real life poker - where people see my face and the curse of the red ears comes into play - is placing 6th out of 40 or 50 people in two tournaments. Damn Antes to hell. I like blinds, man.
C'est la vie.
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