Sugar Baby

For once in a very, very long time I am totally alone for the evening. All by myself for a few blissful hours with nothing but a bottle of wine and my computer. No one wondering what I am doing or trying to lure me away from my lifeline to the world. So many times I find myself very introspective, laying in bed wishing I had a computer in front of me to write it all down. It's too much work to get up and I know by the time I walk into the office I will have forgotten what I wanted to get down. (Plight of the stoner) In some ways I miss living alone. I miss the quietness. I miss the no one wanting anything from me or for me to do anything but whatever the fuck I want. But then I remember the loneliness. How you can sometimes feel like you are the only one here. After I moved to “Whisper Sands” I lost my privacy. If you are going to be in any relationship and it work you cannot hide things from each other. So, you find yourself not blogging because you are never alone and staying up past his bedtime to blog seems shameful and wrong somehow like you are having an affair or looking at dirty porn.

So, bad day at work for a variety of reasons but now I don't really want to talk about or or relive it and the weed and wine are starting to kick in and mellow me. I have 2 new favorite songs from the new SugarLand Lp, “It Happens” and “All I Want To Do” and I have them looping. What a dork I am.