Sunday, December 28, 2008

Never odd or even

So I'm sitting here with the cat in my lap. He's headbutting my arm, I haven't figured out just why he does that but he does.

Oh yeah, I have a cat now. Horatio his is name. He came to me from one of the members of American Relay. Not sure if I'm just watching him or if he is mine but we'll see.

Sitting here on my Friday night, part of me feels like I should have left the apartment but I'm bored with the one decent bar within walking distance. Not to mention that I always seem to be hungover after going there.

I've been in this dissatisfied state for a while and I can't seem to figure out what I want. I've never been one to really know what I want to begin with so that doesn't help matters. Work is ok, I don't hate it but I don't love it. It'll do for now, and as long as I'm in this town it is where pretty much all of my friends in town work. It's the first time in a long time that my social life as been so involved with my work life (well Steamboat was that way to a degree, but not like this).

Then there is the split between my desire to have someone in my life and my lack of desire to go out and try the dating/meeting people scene.

Shortly after my accident, I asked out one of the women that was involved with my healing. Surprisingly, she said yes, considering the condition I was in. We went out for a few months and then she called it off, telling me she didn't want to be involved with anyone. Not that long after, I log into Facebook one morning and her status has gone from single to engaged. Just like that. I'm not that broken up over it but I am taken aback and stuff like that always leaves me wondering.

As far as relationships, I just don't want to get beat up and run over again. At this point I need to protect myself (or so I think). What do I know?

Anyway. On a completely different note, one of the best vinyl scores this year was The Cave Singers "Invitation Songs" for $1.99 in the used bin at Independent Records here in town. The album was released in 2007 on Matador. I think whoever sold it thought it was going to be a metal album or something. At times it can be really dark but it's got a quite a bit of folk overtones.

Oh yeah and a King Diamond picture disc. Good stuff.

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