Esoteric Babble

Amanda kicked me out of the bedroom so she could pack questionable material. I have an inkling to what exactly the materials she’s packing, but I’m not allowed. So, I’m here before our big adventure.

We are off to Tennessee, my home country. The place I was born. Well, almost the place I was born. I was spawned at East Ridge which is to Chattanooga as Opp is to Andalusia. We’ll be going far East of East Ridge, but it’s the state that matters. I’ve always had a fond place in my decrepit heart for Tennessee, and it’ll be wonderful to return. I mean, come on, Chattanooga is the place I first tried Outback. And there was no going back after that.

So, at some ungodly hour we’ll depart for distant mountains. She’s driving all the way (I’m a feminist) and we hope to get there around noon or so. Our check-in isn’t until 3 PM, but there are places to see and people to molest. 

She’s given the OK to return to the bedroom. So I will finish packing. I think comdoms remain– I’m bringing a lot. It’s an audacious venture since the last time I bought condoms in bulk, I broke up. 

To Tennessee!

I am at the Urgent Care waiting room waiting. I hate doctor visits because they take so fucking long. You sit and you sit, then you sit and you sit in a smaller room. One of the few funny Seinfeld stand-ups at the start of the show dealt with this phenomenon. Dr. McNinja believes purgatory to be a restraunt waiting for dinner, which fits in a Douglas Adams way. I think it's a doctor's office where we wait. We finally get into the big office and he'll look us up and down and say, "I have a few more tests to run. Wait in the waiting room until we get the results in. There's coffee." There better be fucking Irish Cream creamer too.

So, another post about starting to post in my journal again. I wonder how often I will gird my loins to pour out my soul (my soul lives in my crotch) only to run into a brick wall of non-posting. 

Oh, I got married. Amanda and I were married on September 11th and September 27th. The 9/11 wedding was the "legal" marriage since we wanted to do it before going to Michigan. Plenty of 9/11 jokes can be found, such as "never forget" or "two catastrophes happened on that day." The "real" marriage was on the 27th in front of the eyes of God, four of my family, and around 88 of hers. I was a bit sad that more of my family could not attend, but Michigan is a far trip. My parents drove the entire way while Shea and Jamie flew. I would not want to do the driving. They left around noon on Sunday and returned home after we did. 

As for the wedding, it was a beautiful affair. I should have pictures uploaded soon. I may even post an in-depth happenings just for memories sake. 

And, of course, I plan to start updating more often. For 10.95 a month, you bet your taint I'll be updating. I also want to expand what I do with the journal. I'll put in more reviews and shit. Not for anyone else, God forbid a poor soul stumbles on this desolate page. But just so I can laugh at my horrible taste years down the road.