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Hello everyone. After doing some browsing, I have decided to move the blog over to WordPress. Overall I just seem to like it over there. There haven't been many changes (most of the updating will be done when I go on leave in September) but I will continue to post as regularly as I can. Pre-Deployment is a bitch.
Anyways, feel free to update your bookmarks (Ha, like anyone here has this blog bookmarked) www.almostpublished.wordpress.com I also have an email dedicated to all things writing and what not, joe.wellsblog@gmail.com
Hope to see you all over there and I hope I continue to entertain you all with my ramblings.
-joe
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
You Are Free To Throw Your Life Away
For the fool who allows himself to believe in a fantasy world where no matter what he does, happiness will find him, there is no sympathy. Sadly it is the same for the fool who holds onto the littlest ounce of hope that love is still out there. Waiting. Testing him. The only difference is for the latter, there is a grievance allowed. He fought the good fight no matter how many times he may have stumbled so he does not allow anyone to weep for him or apologize for hurting him but only if moves forward, chin up and ready for the next disappointment.
But he gets his grievance. One bender. Drunk. Grabbing titties and smacking ass. No recollection of how he got home. Late to work cause he is still passed out drunk at 10 a.m. One bender.
It is that following morning he decides if he going to move on or if he will find himself wallowing in regret and sorrow.
I have had my bender. It was everything I needed. I felt cleansed, ready to press on. Joe “Mother Fucking” Wells might have passed some months back but Joe “BAMF” Wells was born (credited to my roommate, Russell) and he is ready to drink, party, and fuck. No Tomorrow.
But if you all know me, I’m one depressing mother fucker. So here I sit at midnight, thinking of all the shit I built in my head. My hopes as to how everything would turn out. Sure there was never a chance for it to ever be a happy ending, but I shall press on, fighting the good fight. I can be dead in three months, I can be come back all fucked, hell, worst case scenario I can come back and want to keep doing this army gig, but I refuse to see that happening. I’m not out of this fight.
Most people at this point of their post-bender analysis realize that they were only in love with the idea of being in love. I’m in love and now seems like a good time to keep on and see what happens. Guess this deployment is perfect timing as it allows me to kill some time while waiting to get back and throw my life away.
To everyone following this over-dramatic account of my life, I apologize. I know some of you were lead to believe that I was bowing out. Sorry, but the saga continues.
But he gets his grievance. One bender. Drunk. Grabbing titties and smacking ass. No recollection of how he got home. Late to work cause he is still passed out drunk at 10 a.m. One bender.
It is that following morning he decides if he going to move on or if he will find himself wallowing in regret and sorrow.
I have had my bender. It was everything I needed. I felt cleansed, ready to press on. Joe “Mother Fucking” Wells might have passed some months back but Joe “BAMF” Wells was born (credited to my roommate, Russell) and he is ready to drink, party, and fuck. No Tomorrow.
But if you all know me, I’m one depressing mother fucker. So here I sit at midnight, thinking of all the shit I built in my head. My hopes as to how everything would turn out. Sure there was never a chance for it to ever be a happy ending, but I shall press on, fighting the good fight. I can be dead in three months, I can be come back all fucked, hell, worst case scenario I can come back and want to keep doing this army gig, but I refuse to see that happening. I’m not out of this fight.
Most people at this point of their post-bender analysis realize that they were only in love with the idea of being in love. I’m in love and now seems like a good time to keep on and see what happens. Guess this deployment is perfect timing as it allows me to kill some time while waiting to get back and throw my life away.
To everyone following this over-dramatic account of my life, I apologize. I know some of you were lead to believe that I was bowing out. Sorry, but the saga continues.
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