The Next Big Thing.
Yep. Gert you hit it on the head. I told Joe on Sunday over a cold beer….I’m BOOOOOOOOOOOORED. With life. With everything. With all of every single tiny teensy eeensy weensey bit of all of it. BORED.
He seemed a little taken aback and pointed out what my life has held the last two years.
Left a long standing horribly destructive relationship
Moved without a cent to your name, to the Frontier. Blessed be the Frontier. Blessed be the Bonusmom.
Played a lot.
Bought a house.
Moved into a house.
Paid for a house for a year.
Did a show.
Crushed pretty hard on a boy for about a year.
Finally blessed that and let it go.
Dabbled in the pizza business. (pizza is a euphimisim. just leave it at that)
Got out of the pizza business.
Made a bunch of new friends.
Reconnected with old ones.
Got back onstage.
so how the hell can I be bored with my life?
Yes. I know I need to be writing. I have had more than fifty people, random and disconnected people tell me I should be doing stand up. writing and stand up. scare the shit out of me, the thought after that thought? makes me vomit. so maybe I need to do what scares me the most. maybe.
scuse me whilst I puke.
k. back now.
but yes. T.N.B.T.
I’m waiting. I need it. I am CRAVING something. and for a long while I thought it was a relationship. and fuck. maybe it is. I doubt it. I really doubt it. I think it’s something else…a relationship with something/someone else…and I can’t see who or what it is.
but I’m antsy.
what the hell am I waiting for????
—to be continued. no doubt about that.