Sunday, July 10, 2011

Empty House

I think I've never wanted anything more in my life than to be genuinely, unabashedly in love.  I think it ought to be the paramount priority in everyone's lives.  There's quite a bit of shite involved with the enterprise, but there's not a person alive that could convince me that it's not worth it.

anyways, I'm skipping town for England next month to become a writer and an adult.  I'll be dead in the heart of Zoobiedom with thirty-odd art majors and an english major here and there.  I've made myself a promise to explore every inch of London that I can fit into four months, because I may not be going back for several decades.

Going back to London, for me, is kind of like going to visit a poetic uncle who has no reigns on his alcoholism.  Sometimes he's fun, sometimes he's outlandish, sometimes in a drunken babble he lets slip something that makes you reconsider what direction you ought to be taking in life.  London is indescribably awesome, and yet sometimes it can be a complete nightmare.  I'm hoping to catch a little of both while I'm there, because without a bout of hard times, you couldn't recognize good times if they punched you in the mouth.

Everybody, find someone to love already, you insufferable time wasters.


  1. I really love this. Couldn't agree more. Hope you have a blast in London.

  2. I look forward to you coming. You do realize that the only other guys in the house are 16 and 14 years old?

  3. Find an admirable artist in England and love her. Maybe she'll love you back.