nomad means yeshappy

Miss me?   I'm sure you do!   So what the himminy haw has been going on in the life of beav?  Why the brief hiatus?   Was I hit by a cab (no, but someone in my proximity was)?   Have I had surgical augmentation on my hands rendering me incapable of typing out my blog?   Nope.   I moved.   And I'm moving.   Moving, isn't it.   I think I love bullets (the punctuation kind, not the puncturing kind) because I live my life in bullets.   It's chock full of these staccato spits and sparks that land me here and there and punt me from here and there.   And each tiny black beat bounces me closer to where I'm meant to be.   Maybe fate was born in a bucket of bullets.    Heretofore, henceforth, and such that if you will... I would like to sum up my last ohhhhh three days in, you guessed it... my friend, the bullet:

• We rented a Uhaul "van" to cart my life from the West Village to the East 60's.   That van wasn't even completely filled to the brim when we left my place.   My life currently fits into less than the back of a conversion van.   
• We returned the van on time with minutes to spare, negating the 70 buck "we know you won't have this back on time" fee.   The boy was the driver... you know what, f that, I'm using his name - I always have to go the extra step and erase and replace with "the boy" and it's becoming tedious.  Factor was in charge of winding through rush hour traffic, and he got us to his place safely and then skirted off to return the van.   Thus leaving two hot chicks in charge of the rest of the move.   all I have to say is, I know some sturdy ass chicks.   Under those blond exteriors are monsters of moving.   
• Imagine, if you will, a land where only few surfaces get cleaned in 6 years.   Surfaces that don't get cleaned within those 6 years are:
  • the top of the bathroom garbage can, now hosting its own ecosystem
  • the tops of pots - one is currently soaking a 6 year old cooked in film of funk in the kitchen sink
  • the kitchen sink: hell, if you wash in it, it must be clean, right?
  • the counter top behind the kitchen sink.   I heard myself say "see, Factor, it's not supposed to be black..."
  • window sills: see quote above
• I am sitting, listening to the rain, and by biggest worry today is whether or not factor is going to be freaked out that I'm here when he gets home from work.   I plan to hunt down a movie to go see (by myself! if you can believe that!) so that I'm not sitting in the same position he left me in
• I am kept breakfast honest.   In my yet to be published next blog, I plan on chronicalling, with Factor, this new life.   I will be including measurement of my body (because I'm tired of being a chubber and I need the humiliation to motivate me) as well as what the hell I'm eating to delete the chub.   One thing I WILL be eating is breakfast, and factor was good enough to wake me up this morning to see if i wanted sleep or breakfast.   i actually woke up to eat.   And I'm still up
• Waking me up in the morning will keep me from a day of woe is me bed time all day.   If I continue to get up with Factor when he goes to work, I will NOT lie in bed all day contemplating my place on this earth.  Instead, I'll actively hunt it.

That's it for now.   I plan to update -- but be aware, I'll be moving elsewhere online.   I will share with my trusted crew and then I guess it's up to the rest of you to find me.

Comments

[Smurf Berry Crunch is fun to eat]

I need to stop eating bagels at work for breakfast and start eating cereal.

nomad....yeshappy...that is quite clever! (as daz would say)

[thebeav]

I was my fattest when I would get an egg sandwich every morning. and poorest! But I LOVED going to get it in the morning with our silly group.

I think I've figured out the web cam thing on Factor's computer... be very afraid.

[Dodging Bullet Points]

You even used multi-level, nested bullet points. That is quite clever indeed. :-P

[minnie]

i have to get myself to get up when vim leaves too. its hard to...