I have recently realized that my house is very much like me. Right now its a mess, stuff strewn everywhere, but I can find anything I need. Its got weeds all around, but I also planted a lot of seeds that hopefully will pop up in brilliant color soon. There are pictures from different parts of the world hanging in my house. Its kinda cool. But I also think that the frustrations that I have toward my messy house is really my frustration with my messy life. Hmmm... This is rather interesting...
Did a "Dinner and a Murder" party last weekend. Pretty fun. Did a bad british accent and my friend Nandini turned out to be the murderer. I was just a pilot who was good at getting lost a lot.
Had another party today with the girls from the "Coyote Ugly" bar serving Mojicas (sp?) with cuban sandwiches from Spagos. Man, I've been to a lot of parties lately. Must not be a busy work month...
Taxes suck. Why do I never get a decent refund. Even with turbotax, I'm getting squat.
Maybe if I spend the whole refund on stuff in Italy it will feel better. Hmmm.... a bit.
Its something that I haven't put much thought into lately. Just kinda accepted it. But it can overwhelme at times. A highschool friend, who I have not spoken to in 5+ years, died on Monday. I'm told he took his own life. His name was Ed Porta and he was married, and an artist, and had a long course of what seems to have been depression. I can still picture him singing to the Who and Jethro Tull, and walking around with paint all over his jeans.
I do see my fair share of death, but it still sucks when its someone you know. I've wondered at times how Ed was, but never put in the effort to find out. I guess I got my answer, loud and clear.
Although he gave up drinking (one of his early deamons, it appears), I drink a toast to my friend Ed who, I hope, has passed on to a happier place. Vaya con dios my friend, may your soul be at peace.