Almost a year

Figured an update was appropriate. I've spent a majority of my time this past year working and living. The concept is simple however that concept has taken me the majority of the year to even start saving money at all. By the time I leave where I am now it will have been more than a year to get onto my feet and have a significant supply to fall back upon and coast before joining the military.

Not everyday is as pleasant as the day before. For instance today the coffee at Panera Bread sucks. Black coffee should not taste like bio chemicals. Starbucks is not any better either. I also managed to forget the charger for the computer. Isn't that a good thing though? May as well go read a book at Books-A-Million (BAM).

I have taken up World of Warcraft (WoW), not because I like WoW, however video games have astonishing ways of saving your money as well as passing the time. Hell, slaying some dragons and Horde scum while I'm waiting for my life to move on is not all bad. Granted I want to join the side of the Horde. The only reason the last two sentences were added was to spice this paragraph up.

There has been a dramatic increase in sexual activity in my life within the past week. Every day for the past four days. With the same girl that was with me before the dry spell. Self induced dry spell. We don't date, as a matter of fact she went out with a guy she met at Starbucks and I do not mind in the slightest. There is no strings here or there to worry about. We are just very good friends. Michael may pip in at some point in my life to say that kind of relationship is not conductive to good spirit. He may be right. Sexual activity is something I enjoy but I don't sleep better at night. It is official, shoving your dick into someone does not make happiness. Even mutual shoving.

I particularly hope this blog does not get out around Florida.

Planet Smoothie is now my new home for work. Marriage is an accurate term to describe my relationship between us. There is no reason to lie, my job is fucking easy. Take customer order, stick ingredients in blender, hit "2" on the keypad for the blend tech blender (the ones they used in advertising blended cellphones, broomsticks, other electronics, etc...) and let em rip. There is more art to making that kind of refreshment than what I have let on. For a minimum wage job I have never been so happy to work like I have been over such a short period of time.

This is a morning I have no idea what I feel. Too early perhaps, maybe I am scattered due to the coffee tasting like piss. Or the girl at the register who likes me. She has not said a word but I can tell. I was dressed a bit more neatly than my usual one day and she took a breath and stared at me for half a moment. Flattered is a word coming to my mind. Love does not take over my spirit by mere flattery though.

More often than not a retreat to listening to Amanda Palmer brings me comfort. Amanda Palmer reminds me of someone in my life that shares a love for art. They just grasp the concept better on a background. I ended up buying "The Death Of AFP". Even the less popular songs (in my opinion) hold an alluring aura. Everyone else makes fun of me, I flick them off.

I'm going to try chatting with the girl who is behind the register. Until next time.