I’m hanging on by a thread blog tribe.
Right now I’m listening to Vinicio Capossela. I spent the morning wandering around the east river and exchanging a few “we will always be together” messages.
Saremo sempre insieme…
I moped around my apartment. I’ll go to work soon.
Work is actually helping. I’m all about distraction as a coping mechanism, huge fan.
Meanwhile, my heart has copped a historic beating. The weekend was beyond terrible. I don’t really feel like doing anything besides counting days. That’s essentially what I’ve been doing. Counting days and studying Italian. Hopefully I can speak a few licks when I leave.
In another 19 dreadful days. Continue reading
It’s about three am. There’s a reason I haven’t been around for four days.
I’ve spent most of the time feeling bad for myself, generally self-loathing. Some of this behavior I put back to my non-traditional upbringing. Most of it I put to the fact that the absence of the love of my life has me slowly suffocating.
Considering that I have never been in a relationship of a comparable capacity, with any man, my entire life… prior to now – it’s safe to say nothing like this has been mentioned in my corner of web-land over the past close to nine years.
Dudes, that’s like a decade of my life. Continue reading
I miss coffee in the morning. I miss watching him roll cigarettes. I miss waking up next to him, which is crazy because I usually refuse to sleep next to anyone, generally speaking.
I miss how my heart drops the second I see him after being apart. I miss kissing him goodbye at the subway.
There’s something therapeutic to me about obsession. People fuck love up all the time. To me, having a lover to keep comes down to one major factor: obsession. Continue reading
It’s day three out of thirty something that my boyfriend is super far away.
I’ve been frantically consulting my international family from bases including France and England while also reaching out to Colorado and Boston.
I’m also trying to stay on the luthier’s clock, which is six hours ahead of mine – at the moment. Rome time.
Yesterday a Harlem associate came through to smoke cigars, drink Italian beer and talk about life. You just never know where you will land during the mysterious stroll of existence. Continue reading
- Well, I survived the first day. It contained slews of international texts and concluded with a three hour Skype conversation.
My general theory is that I’ll break some time during week two. It’s possible, however, with a trip to Rome in the making – it certainly takes a bit out of the sting. Continue reading