In This Body You Will Live

So, I've been boring lately.  At least on here.  Apologies.

It's just that there has not been a whole lot going on.

[LIES.]

My weekend was crazy as usual.  On Friday, I had a random night off.  I went to First Friday's at Portside (the Tattoo Shop that Loretta works at).  After a few free glasses of wine, and meeting Liz's friend from NYC, Jessica, I went home to chill with a few friends over cheap sangria.  At about 1 a.m. I went out to a bar to have a drink with a friend.  As a drink oft does, it turned into one more, another bar, and then a random trip to AC.

I do this thing often where I really try to hang out with EVERY SINGLE PERSON I know within a ridiculously small amount of time.  So with a two hour nap, I went to brunch with Liz, Jessica, and Pogo.  Maybe I'm crazy, but I really wanted to get to know Jessica a little bit better.  Liz and her are blog/real-life biffles, so I know she must be awesome.  Sure enough, soft spoken yet outgoing, Jessica was an amazing person who I hope to hang out with again soon (minus the sleep deprivation).

Later, I went to work, got really sick, made $80 and went home.  For the fourth of July, I spent most of the day in bed, then at work.  Made a lot more money from the drunk/thirsty people who drifted over to University City after the fireworks.  Yesterday and today, I've been cleaning and preparing for my mother to come visit.

So many things have happened.  Smitty, a tattoo artist from Olde City, a very close friend to some of my friends, and the guy who did my second one, committed suicide in his shop, not 40 yards away from Portside.  Suicides leave so many questions unanswered and I just have to wonder, why?  And what happens afterwards?  We know that among the world of the living they leave a wake of despair and clean-up.  Guess no one can ever tell me for sure what happens in the world of the not-living.

At brunch, Liz said something along the lines of "yep, in a few months it will be three Type-A people and me living in the house together."  Okay, call me stupid (some people did), but I didn't know I was a Type-A person.  In case you don't know, here's a quiz.  I scored a 280, in case anyone's interested.

See lately, I've been trying to figure out who I truly am (cheeeeesey) and I've been seeing the large gap between what I think and what is.

The next few days are hectic, but expect a graphic novella soon.

By the way, besides making mad money on a holiday at work, we celebrated with a few after drink beers on the patio while our manager/bartender, B set off some fireworks.  So, yes, I did have some fun.