All my life my heart hath sought, A thing I cannot name.

Remembered line from a long forgotten poem.


I can't stop falling in love.

Every feminine graceful nature seeps into my pores like a skyhook and sets its drifters.

2nd Niight at the new old job. Worked with a beautiful mexican woman, fairly good English. 4 years in this country.

Body language is the universal language anyhow.


I've her number. I can't wait until I get paid. In all my 26 years I've never done the typical dance. Getting the number, setting a date, then proceeding from there. It's always been atypical.

I might yet just break this streak. I find a common ground with people who aren't of western origin. More partnership, less dominator style of culture and heritage.

In other news, it's fucking jolly well cold. 22 with the windchill and a 22 minute speedwalk home with only my own cornfed gumption and 24 fluid ounces of 'Four Loko' brand malt beverage to steady my step and keep my pace. I'm now warm and sniffing pregabalin in intervals of 50 mg per half hour, just for the sake of it.

I'm also planning on modding this forum.

Terminally yours,

Scott.

 

22 is what, like -8C or so? That's, like, october here man. Get a proper jacket (merino wool is the wasp's nipples), hat, and a flask of nice whiskey, and you'll be fine. Call me when it gets down to -30C for some proper cold weather advice.

 

Worst I've had was in Buffalo NY working fulltime with no car. Ten minute walk.

Worst temp. was -18, and the snow was constant and the sunlight was absent 9 months full-on. Never again. I tried to make it work, but I was helpless. The elements and the rural nature of the place were just too much for me. I left a battered and broken man.

But that's a tale for another time. Look forward to the novel coming out in June.