“Thick gray steam rises from within the small bathroom, and within a man leans against a tile shower wall, head down and eyes closed. Water cascades over his form, and he wishes it would wash away dark. If only he could see the bad dreams swirling around the drain to eventually wash away. His skin is pink from the heat, and yet he still doesn’t move. “ … “Both his arms are resting on the tile above his head” … “His eyes are bloodshot, and he’s been in here quite a while.”
- Excerpts from a short story written by my dear friend, Amber.
There’s a reason why I started today’s blog with those fragments; They describe me perfectly. Well, my shower ritual that is. The shower is sacred to me. It’s where I get my ideas, let go of my emotions and finally restrain them again for the following day. It’s where my mind is totally at ease, and I can put things into perspective. In retrospect to my whole life, no other place has ever given me this kind of spiritual freedom. But alright, on with the show.
Yesterday I had a girl over at my house, well actually, in the wagon. Nothing happened, but it was nice seeing someone else than family and co-workers for a change. It’s been a week and a half since Cindy and I broke up, and until yesterday she was the last person I voluntarily laid eyes upon. Anyway, Claudia and I had heaps of fun, and I hope we can do this again. Although my mother seemed to be convinced that she was my new girlfriend, at which I just shrugged. Never cared about her opinion anyway. Another great thing about getting in touch with Claudia again: We might record a duet together. Though I’m hard headed and don’t believe my voice is anywhere near good enough, I’ve accepted her offer. And I’m secretly very excited. Well, not so secretly anymore now.
A couple of weeks ago, I ordered a few shirts from DistrictLines. Well, they still haven’t come in yet. One of the shirts has the pre-sale status even though sale started on 7-11. And it says on their site that, even without delay, international shipment can take up to 4 weeks, but I’m growing slightly impatient.
How fucking long can it take to get a piece of cotton in stock?
Well, this has been a short blog, with short paragraphs. If they’re even worth that title.
I hope this entry finds all readers in good health, and a positive state of mind.
See you on the flipside.
Marth
PS: Check out LastOfTheNarwhals.
It’s the vlog channel of another dear friend. I think she’s doing an amazing job so far, and I’m certain she’ll become even better.
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