I Say Let Us Blow This Pop Stand

I wrote another story for my remaining gig last week. That’s two now. Woo hoo!

Meh. I should be working more. See aforementioned lack of momentum. Feel like I’ve been punched in the gut.

I’m pretty blah about most everything of late, truth be told.

Watching Hilary sprout her wings again is pretty cool. Makes  me wish I was doing the same thing. I’m not happy here, and I know it. Don’t get me wrong, Sebring has its charms. But it’s too small for me.

I need more.

Maybe it’s just that I need more local friends. That’s true, too, I’m sure.

I need to be somewhere, though, where there are more places to meet women than at a bar. I need to be somewhere with movie theaters that have stadium seating. I need to be somewhere with more of a local scene, more activities, more concerts, and 3G.

I had that in Dallas. Plus, a really cool church. Yeah, I’ve been to church. Shocked? My point is, I had a very active social life back then.

I don’t need somewhere as big as Dallas. But it’s gotta be bigger than Sebring. I know I favor warmer weather in the winter. I want some place that has real pubs, Guinness on tap. Somewhere with karaoke. Nearby airport. Some place that has character. See? I have my priorities.

If I had the financial resources to do it, I’d leave. Not at THIS MOMENT. Mom is still on the mend, I’m not a total prunt. Usually.

But soon. I’d blow this pop stand and set about really pursuing happiness again. I’m not sure what that looks like, exactly, but I know it’s going to be somewhere other than Sebring, Florida.

Shit, I dunno much right now. I know I’m tired of being this dude.

Fucking song still makes me tear up. Every. Single. Time.