bad dog....stay.

Last night, for over half an hour, a friend of mine gave me the goods. The goods on me. The way I am, the way I can be and the way I could, possibly be. She knows me very well and she also knows herself very well but has, also, fallen into many of the same traps I have fallen into, and seem to, fall into over and over again. Such is my life. And such are the things I often beat myself up over and over.
She noted that, like other bad habits I have given up over my life – drugs and smoking being two of the bigger ones, that I, too, had others I could give up as well but that they’re more personality based and habit based than anything else. Compulsive type behaviour, dependency issues, etc., all things that can be managed if I am willing to take control of specific areas of my life and, hopefully, recognize things as they’re happening and not after I have already made the move and it’s too late. Sometimes it a matter of, “fuck, I’ve done it again…”, and then all you/I can do is ride it out. Giddy-up.
I thank her for her candour. I needed it.
The Watchmen moves along with not a lot to report yet. We’re really just getting going and I am taking care of my end as best I can. Ordering this and that ‘cause that’s what I kinda do. More on all of this as it develops.
I’m gonna pick-up my motorcycle after work today from Shail’s and then take it out for a little spin – it needed a big tune-up and, hopefully, it’ll run like I remember it running…and not keep running long after the throttle has been turned down (heat and gasket issues…)

Have fun.

Thank god for bad habits.

g. xo

camille lookin' good...



my flowers are looking ok...