A Good Chance

There's a good chance...
That I drank four cups of coffee and sleep is miles away;
That I tried to talk someone out of their job tonight;
That I will leave in a week and never come back;
That I'm sitting in my underwear writing all this down;
That the earth is going to erupt and consume its contents;
That the beautiful sky above me is for someone else;
That my love is so far away the heavens cannot find her;
That a frog jumped away from the pond and into the snake;
That tiny bugs sleep in our beds;
That holidays are everydays and everydays are holidays;
That red meat has nutritious value;
That (while we're on the subject) I don't care about counting calories;
That Barbara Walters did cocaine in college;
That Mark Twain liked ladybugs the best;
That the ocean is my one true home;
That you are the greatest thing in someones eyes;
That all things considered, we're doing all right.

Thoughts:

It's about 2am and sleep is far away from me. Of course, I asked for it, blow for blow, coffee for coffee. It was worth it. Some good conversation with a good man about making things good. I miss my northern home, but I don't know if it will be the same at all for me now. One can only assume with a visit. I don't miss this place, but there are things here I could fight for, that would be worth it, even. I just don't know anymore.

On Romance:

All my life, and as of more recent years I have met some amazing women who I have thought my love was of good use to or had the potentiality to be. Time and again I failed in my pursuing of such women, and there response was generally about the same. "You're going to meet an amazing girl someday who is perfect for you and she will just fall so hard for you it isn't even funny." Ha. Ha. Ha. Ladies, if that day never comes, expect me at your doorstep for a refund. You know, I don't expect my special someone to be with me right now. Most people at least have a few relationships or flings or what have you inbetween all this serious love. Not I, lads and ladies. Nothing.
One time I was told that someone said of me how I have some great qualities but that I am always trying to get "some girl." I suppose it is a fairly valid statement, but there isn't any evidence that this is true. I do no more than the average folk in looking and exploring and feeling out the opposite sex for potential mates. I may always be confused between here or there, but almost always the heres and theres never fully exist in the first place. It never really seems to work out like it should. I don't really know if thats my doing or just the luck of the draw. I suppose I don't care, but dammit I get lonely like everyone and you're going to hear that shit because yes, this is my blog, sucka's.

Music:

M. Ward, M. Ward, M. Ward... Calexico.

Randoms:

I ate pizza all day long; lunch and dinner(skipped breakfast).

My father broke his brand new motorcycle today, just a taillight though. It was quasi-funny.

I ran out of Pepsi.

Full leather in 100 degree weather is like wearing a sweater when you've already got feathers.

Books:

A little Rod McKuen is good on ya, and when fall to winter presses down on your eyes, grab Les Miserables for the 4th or 5th time and sink inside Jean Valjean's mind for a while each day.

If you read Charles Bukowski be prepared to become annoyed by your fellow man and turn your ways of gambling and womanizing for the worst. In other words, a good healthy dose of testosterone and general manliness. Seriously though, we all know that gender roles are best to not completely be gone.

William Blake: a helluva do-it-yourself-er is a must own anything by.

Community:...

Is fucking worthless without culture. Yet it still somehow goes on and on...

Goodnights:

Goodnight.

-C.A. Dominick