This and that, just in the name of boredom.

Just when I thought all the challenges are done, new opportunities to fuck up present themselves.

Now that I am sober, I truly feel old. Especially after seeing a group of drunken college students stumble all the way home on an early Sunday morning. “That used to be me” I thought. Ugh. Pathetic. Also, I’ve got these feelings that I usually managed to control because of my constant inebriation. Without alcohol to sedate me, I now come with a wide range of emotions for all occasions. Never knew I was that angry, or afraid.

Reality bites, yeah?

As corny as it sounds, I may be on the verge of another one of those failed romances. I’m doing the hopeless nice guy bit again. Balls. I guess it’s a good thing, especially the whole “I’m getting married on November” bullshit just recently ended. Then again, a month isn’t as recent as it seems. Who knows? I may be on another romantic comedy adventure soon enough.

I totally miss getting drunk.

I’m stretching the creative muscles again. New pet project. This should be fun.

I’ve been watching a lot of “Entourage” lately. Just saying.      

I need a vacation. Somewhere new, somewhere fun, somewhere else.

I realized that I’ve finally come around to accepting the fact that I’m no a college student anymore. Three years after graduating. Better late than never, I guess.

I’m off the hooch and the “Ed Stevens” kick… time to move on to new vices.