Hi! My name Steve. I’m a forty-some-odd old caucasion male. My hobbiest include sleep deprivation, neouroticism, and self-flaggelation. I love ignoring the serene beauty of long walks on the beach while obsessing over what’s imperfect in my life. I’m looking for love in all the worst places. If you pick me, I can promise you codependence alongside petty nitty-gritty fights on a frequent basis.
It’s stated in jest, I assure you. Hopefully the comedy isn’t too bitter.
Despite the self depreciating opening and the room therein to be misread, I’m in a delightful mood. This morning finds me at work watching another feller with a drinking problem. He quit cold turkey and when you do that with alcohol it’s life threatening. So be mindful about your vices, kids.
Watching a dude sleep it off is boring as fuck 99% of the time. I’m gonna be bored eventually, but not yet. I have the wherewithal to write here, spend some time on poems, and drawings. I’ve got a ways to go yet before I’m clawing at the walls. Soooo, give it about an hour.
What do I tell you about books and arts and crafting that I haven’t already told you? The grind is still grinding away. I have a healthy fourday weekend ahead inwhich to do just that: grind. I’m excited! And! There’s a ten day vacation coming up where MORE artworks can happen. The next coupla weeks are gonna be productive. The notion gives me tingles.