Hey everyone! It’s been a minute. If you were beginning to think all of my writings will start out with ,”It’s been a while,” you’re dead wrong! I’m back, bitches.
Yeah, yeah, it’s a new year. Who cares? I am still the same lazy, flakey piece of trash as I was in December. “Wait, Paige had a blog once and was supposed to keep us posted on all of her adventures and misadventures in the Pacific northwest?” Ya I did and I do. This is my faithful return to all of your digital screens. Happy New Year, assholes.
Okay with all of that out of the way, how the hell are you? I’m great, thanks for asking. What’s that? I’m a terribly bad procrastinator? Well, voice inside my head, you might actually be right this time. I haven’t written anything on here in too long, so long that there is no way people even remember I started this thing. I thought I’d update you on some things. What else is the start of another year good for, anyway?
If anyone was confused, I am still alive and well. Now stop worrying! Seattle is still this weird dreamlike place, where all my days run together and get progressively weirder and wetter (no pun intended, nasty). I have been keeping my mind wrapped around the enormous fact that I haven’t been doing enough of the things I moved here to do, thus the half-assed update via blog post. But hey, at least I’m trying, man. Working, writing, playing, singing, all of the things that get me from this day to the next are still a big part of my adventure, I’ve just been kind of forgetting to do all but one of them regularly. Don’t do this, people. You will soon be lost in your own head, kept afloat by the baby ideas you once thought would grow up, but are stuck in puberty. The waves you created are still there, so why not try and find yourself in them?
To find a quick point to this nonsense, I will be writing a lot more this year. As much as I hate resolutions and trying to change yourself for the better just because everyone says you should, I will try my best not to let you down, Mom. 🙂
Alright, now for the fun part. If you are reading this and have any idea who I am as a human being, try to remember that I, too, make mistakes. I, too, try my hardest to keep my word, to stay true to what I want to do. That being said, if I fall off the radar again, it’s because I got sick of all of you, not because I’m a failure. Deal? Deal. See you soon, pals. Stay Radical.
“Wow, that was fast!” I’m already back. I bet you thought that was the end of this post? Nice try. We are about to go into the saddest, slowest part of the year. The space between the holidays and summertime, where all we think about is how we wished it was warm already or when our next vacation is. I went “home” for Christmas this year. What’s that even mean? I went back to Bozeman to visit my parents and some buddies. It was short-lived, weird, and a little sad if I’m allowed to admit that. The house was quite this year, just my parents and I. I had yet to buy any presents for anyone because I really am the worst daughter on the planet, but quickly found some things to fill the void I left in my parents’ hearts. It didn’t work. It’s funny how these things happen. When you’re a kid, Christmas is full of joyous times, making cookies for Santa, wrapping gifts, driving around looking at the lights, and tons of other activities geared towards distracting your kids and preventing them from looking for the hidden gifts. But when you are older, you just add Schnapps to your cocoa and call it a night. Actually now that I think about it, what could be better than that? I digress.
I’m writing this one for you, my lovely parents. You were kind enough to fly me home so I could look you in the face and say, “Okay it’s nice to see you, love you forever and stuff, but I’m going to meet some friends at a bar!” Sorry. I really am. But despite the fact that I spent a lot of time outside of the house, they are still the coolest motherfuckers in the world for loving me anyway. How cool is that. Also, sorry I bought you butter-warmers and drinking glasses for Christmas, I promise to do better next year.
As for my beautiful friends, old and new, thank you for taking time out of your busy holiday schedules to spend some time with me. I really appreciate your companionship. Good thing you all like to drink too, otherwise I would have had to hang out at the Crystal alone. For that I am forever grateful.
Alright, enough of this sappy shit, the slate is wiped and new again at last! Let’s make this a bitching year, pals. No more procrastination, no more laziness, I’m just gonna write. Missed you guys. I’m welcoming myself back, because god knows you won’t.
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