The years, they keep on a' rollin.

It is with some bit of shame that I notice how long it's been since I've updated this blog, and I can only hope that the "faithful" readers are occassionally glancing at this thing to see if I'm still alive. Rest assured that I am still happily existing.

I'm not even sure where to start. The idea of blogging to me was a way to document the tiny little things that happen on a day-to-day basis, and that idea has been completely shot out of the water due to mostly big things happening to me. Such is life.

I'm happily married now--almost a year and 4 months.

The wife--Sherry--and I are living in a home we're renting here in Kentucky.

She's working as a librarian down in Hendersonville, TN, and I'm working on my second Bachelor's Degree, this one in English/Allied Language Arts. I'm going to be a high school English teacher.

We're not expecting children anytime soon. They still scare me, and for good reason. The eyes of children, they see all and know nothing of it. Genius.

So I'm thinking about starting this thing back up, maybe some people still care.
(But did they care when I started?)
Of course they did! Otherwise I wouldn't have had the rabid fanbase that I enjoyed!
(Rabid? Fanbase?)
Oh, just shut up, you.
(Yes, sir.)
And don't patronize me! I know where you live!
(What are you going to do, hit yourself in the head?)
...maybe?

I am Become Death...

"You will be a minister of death, praying for war!"--Gunnery Sgt. Hartman, Full Metal Jacket

Darned if you do....

It's hard to feel good about yourself on a late Saturday evening when your wife is going on about how her schoolmates were the "top 5" in everything statewide back in the day. You have to begin to wonder where you fit in things statistically, even if you've had the whole "don't worry, your Mom and Dad think you're the greatest thing ever to walk the face of the earth" mentality shoved up your craw the wrong way, which it seems that I have.

Legacies on a Chilly Saturday Morning

Circumstances make one who they are, what they leave behind, on this chilly Saturday morning. After 1:00 today, I will be happily married. I will leave my own legacy on the lives of my parents, my wife, and anyone else I've ever come into contact in. I need to be the calm in everyone else's storm. I need to put my horse before their cart. I need to make them happy.

That is all...for now.

Untitled

She stank of sugar and cinnamon, and slipped into his world like a ghost sliding between cracks in the ether.

He wasn't sure what to make of her offer except that it either bored him or excited him beyond all possible reasoning, verbal dopamine for his brain. His breathing was shallow, his hearing focused, the glaze in his eyes vacating the premises.

The smells were what drove him crazy the most, as much as her proposition. The sickeningly sweet smell echoed memories in his mind of his mother, having his way with some random girl back in his high school days, or baking snickerdoodle cookies to give to his landlord. Either way, his nostrils and brain were filled with the stink of her.

Apparently his decision came too late as she sighed, releasing another diabetes inducing breath into the air that sounded a bit like a death rattle or a bit like a disappointed sigh. He watched as she went through the door, shot him a minty glance, and ushered herself out into the night to sweeten somebody else's life.

Anger Management, maybe?

Everything that happens today included, but not limited to facial expressions, the weather, tones in people's voices, bad clothing, cold food, and bladder habits, is making me angry.

Why today?

Define

fail·ure ( P ) Pronunciation Key (flyr)n.
1. The condition or fact of not achieving the desired end or ends: the failure of an experiment.
2. One that fails: a failure at one's career.
3. The condition or fact of being insufficient or falling short: a crop failure.
4. A cessation of proper functioning or performance: a power failure.
5. Nonperformance of what is requested or expected; omission: failure to report a change of address.
6. The act or fact of failing to pass a course, test, or assignment.
7. A decline in strength or effectiveness.
8. The act or fact of becoming bankrupt or insolvent.