I've had this draft sitting in my Google Docs for two months. I'm not feeling finishing it, but it does contain some good stuff (in my fairly biased opinion). Plus, it let's me let you guys know about some difficult stuff without having to dig in any further.
Note that, soon, I will be posting a music/concert review post that is all about positive vibes. It's not all bad at all :)
Much Love,
Adam
It’s crazy how much change can occur in a month. I’m sitting in the new iteration of what used to be my favorite Starbucks in the Valley. For whatever reason, the multi-national purveyor of convenient and “good enough” caffeinated beverages (or make-due dietary supplements, in a lot of cases) deemed the Sumatra Sycophants of Cooper and Warner worthy of a brand new, high-ceilinged, minimalist-grey and unsaturated-chocolate Teavana Temple, complete with awkwardly placed, late-Eighties Wall Street inspired furniture (think Christian Bale’s offices in American Psycho) and . . . a drive-thru. Little heads up to anyone whose favorite Starbucks is getting a fancy, new, drive-thru-able venue: it sucks. The level of great customer service and familiarity you so enjoy at your current Corporate Cafe will go, quite literally, out the window as the poor, overworked staff does its best to keep up with the persnickety demands of mobile-order businessmen and housewives on wheels. I love my peeps here in this store- they bustin’ their asses- I just miss them. I’d hoped that at least the people-watching in the store would’ve improved, given the increased level of traffic this new location is pulling in. Sadly, it’s just more suburban white people- soft around the middle soccer dads and the type of moms who yell at their kids’ teachers when their kids don’t give enough shits to scrape a passing grade in Arizona public schools. Gross
Anyway- it’s strange how things have a way of changing. A month ago I had two roommates; two weeks ago it was down to just one; after picking up a stray friend, the occupancy at my place now totals three single twenty-somethings (well, somewhat-single; both of the other guys have recently found potential love interests as of late) and a seven-month-old Australian Cattle Dog mix named Rubeus. I’m officially living in a bachelor pad- ugly, brown, faux-leather, automatically-reclining sofa and all!
If reading comprehension is something you handle fairly well, you may have picked up that I’m now classifying myself as “single.” Yikes. Here’s the kinda ugly truth: I recently went through a very amicable breakup, and, yes, it kinda sucks. However! My guy and I are on good terms, and the lack of relationship pressure has done wonders for my anxieties and social life beyond the two of us. In the end, I suppose it’s a good thing. Miss him like crazy, though, but I’m sure that’s just normal.
(In all reality, I’m not having the easiest time dealing with this. My bed feels huge and empty, and there are a multitude of songs I can’t listen to just yet- I’m spending a lot of time driving to new shit on Soundcloud and drinking late-night Caramelizers from Dutch Bros. I never drive too far west if I can avoid it, as I can’t stomach the idea of being too close to where he lives. Talking to other people still kinda feels like cheating; lying next to them even more so. My best friend and my roommate are both super supportive and not afraid to be real with me, which I greatly appreciate. Still, I’ve had to mute various social media feeds. Those inconsequential posts felt like swift, mini-punches to the chest every time I stumbled upon them. Even with the muting, however, I tend to see all of those online blips anyway- my midnight fingers poke at my iPhone screen ‘til I see everything I tried to block out on Twitter and Facebook during the day. I’m not nearly as stressed as I used to be, but there is a small, hollow weight I’ve carried around with me for the last month and a half; it’ll be a good day when that finally goes away.)
Tomorrow I’m heading to Phoenix Lights, an EDM festival here in the Valley. I’ve been looking forward to this one for months, and am very excited about it. In just over 24 hours, I’ll be seeing Eric Prydz, Illenium, Kaskade (at whose show I will surely be sobbing), and more, live. My girl Sandi and I are hitting it up as soon as she gets off work, and it’s gonna be a helluva night. I bought a wildly inappropriate tee that I’m tanking tonight, killer new slim jeans from H&M (their pants fit my weird waist-to-butt proportions) and some slick new kicks from Vans, which have miraculously not lost their laces to the new bitch in the house, Rubeus (he’s a dog). Maybe I’ll convince my roommate, Matt, to snap some outfit shots. Maybe. Matt’ll be going to Sunday night of the festival; Sandi and I are only hitting up tomorrow night.
Annnd . . . that's all for now. I'll ttyl!
Note that, soon, I will be posting a music/concert review post that is all about positive vibes. It's not all bad at all :)
Much Love,
Adam
It’s crazy how much change can occur in a month. I’m sitting in the new iteration of what used to be my favorite Starbucks in the Valley. For whatever reason, the multi-national purveyor of convenient and “good enough” caffeinated beverages (or make-due dietary supplements, in a lot of cases) deemed the Sumatra Sycophants of Cooper and Warner worthy of a brand new, high-ceilinged, minimalist-grey and unsaturated-chocolate Teavana Temple, complete with awkwardly placed, late-Eighties Wall Street inspired furniture (think Christian Bale’s offices in American Psycho) and . . . a drive-thru. Little heads up to anyone whose favorite Starbucks is getting a fancy, new, drive-thru-able venue: it sucks. The level of great customer service and familiarity you so enjoy at your current Corporate Cafe will go, quite literally, out the window as the poor, overworked staff does its best to keep up with the persnickety demands of mobile-order businessmen and housewives on wheels. I love my peeps here in this store- they bustin’ their asses- I just miss them. I’d hoped that at least the people-watching in the store would’ve improved, given the increased level of traffic this new location is pulling in. Sadly, it’s just more suburban white people- soft around the middle soccer dads and the type of moms who yell at their kids’ teachers when their kids don’t give enough shits to scrape a passing grade in Arizona public schools. Gross
Anyway- it’s strange how things have a way of changing. A month ago I had two roommates; two weeks ago it was down to just one; after picking up a stray friend, the occupancy at my place now totals three single twenty-somethings (well, somewhat-single; both of the other guys have recently found potential love interests as of late) and a seven-month-old Australian Cattle Dog mix named Rubeus. I’m officially living in a bachelor pad- ugly, brown, faux-leather, automatically-reclining sofa and all!
If reading comprehension is something you handle fairly well, you may have picked up that I’m now classifying myself as “single.” Yikes. Here’s the kinda ugly truth: I recently went through a very amicable breakup, and, yes, it kinda sucks. However! My guy and I are on good terms, and the lack of relationship pressure has done wonders for my anxieties and social life beyond the two of us. In the end, I suppose it’s a good thing. Miss him like crazy, though, but I’m sure that’s just normal.
(In all reality, I’m not having the easiest time dealing with this. My bed feels huge and empty, and there are a multitude of songs I can’t listen to just yet- I’m spending a lot of time driving to new shit on Soundcloud and drinking late-night Caramelizers from Dutch Bros. I never drive too far west if I can avoid it, as I can’t stomach the idea of being too close to where he lives. Talking to other people still kinda feels like cheating; lying next to them even more so. My best friend and my roommate are both super supportive and not afraid to be real with me, which I greatly appreciate. Still, I’ve had to mute various social media feeds. Those inconsequential posts felt like swift, mini-punches to the chest every time I stumbled upon them. Even with the muting, however, I tend to see all of those online blips anyway- my midnight fingers poke at my iPhone screen ‘til I see everything I tried to block out on Twitter and Facebook during the day. I’m not nearly as stressed as I used to be, but there is a small, hollow weight I’ve carried around with me for the last month and a half; it’ll be a good day when that finally goes away.)
Tomorrow I’m heading to Phoenix Lights, an EDM festival here in the Valley. I’ve been looking forward to this one for months, and am very excited about it. In just over 24 hours, I’ll be seeing Eric Prydz, Illenium, Kaskade (at whose show I will surely be sobbing), and more, live. My girl Sandi and I are hitting it up as soon as she gets off work, and it’s gonna be a helluva night. I bought a wildly inappropriate tee that I’m tanking tonight, killer new slim jeans from H&M (their pants fit my weird waist-to-butt proportions) and some slick new kicks from Vans, which have miraculously not lost their laces to the new bitch in the house, Rubeus (he’s a dog). Maybe I’ll convince my roommate, Matt, to snap some outfit shots. Maybe. Matt’ll be going to Sunday night of the festival; Sandi and I are only hitting up tomorrow night.
Annnd . . . that's all for now. I'll ttyl!