First of all, I'm starting this for the same reason a billion people are doing a billion things today. Because the new year has just passed and for some reason the mark of January 1st leads everyone to think that when they wake up the next day they will be a different person. When in reality they will wake up, as I did yesterday, with a pounding headache, the taste of cigarettes in my mouth, and a certain thought that maybe I was still drunk. Which, as I cleaned my house of the evidence of our nefarious ways, I found that yes, I was indeed quite drunk. That sloppy, miserable, low, shameful morning after drunk that in no way is nearly as fun as its cousin, NYE drunk. I'm just happy that I'm in a monogamous relationship because the worst thing in the world is to have that awful wake-up and then turn over to see someone next to you and being like WHAT THE FUCK?
I'm a waitress. I wait tables, which is degrading at its worst and profitable at it's best. I like to think that I'm good at my job that. Because I know that I am charming and capable of carrying both food and drinks places. I had a big top (wait talk for six or more) that was awful. The mothers screamed at their shrieking hungry children, their oblivious husbands, and ordered me around like I was a trained dog, but without the kindness and treats that a trained dog gets. They threw me off and so then I started not being able to properly wait on my other tables, who briefly saw me enter melt-down mode and the whole fucking things started to feel like entering a place where, for some reason, all of your regrettable past sexual partners are. Every time I'd walk out into the restaurant I would get that same weird shame.
Okay, but this shame digression is really off point. What I'm trying to say is that I am going to try to do some writing and hold myself accountable so I'm going to try to update this blog and try to give my friends the site name so that they can at the very least harass me if I stop. I know that every good writer in the history of all time, wrote every single day. Every single day. I write something every day, but I've heard, oh write for an hour or four. Or write three pages or ten, every day. I guess you gotta find out what works for you.
Then the name, little old mountain. Which I think is cute and contradictory but also really cute. So there's that. foxmountaincircle are the three things that, when asked about a tattoo I will be receiving (although I don't know what it'll be) is what I replied with.
So yeah, I'm one of those masses of people who thinks for some reason that the revolution of the Earth has an effect on their ability to either do something or not do something. As if the New Year strengthens resolve. But still, I want to try. So this will be my attempt at doing that.
What to expect: Photographs, stupid notes, dumb jokes, short fiction, reflective essays, comics. Oh, the comics. Maybe a song. I want to play in a cover band this year. And by play I mean sing. So essentially I want a band to back me up at karoke. Because I'm amazing at karaoke. I would definitely sing the following songs in my band: Kimberly by Patti Smith, Drive In Saturday by David Bowie, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Walking After Midnight by Patsy Cline (Which is by far and away the best song I do.) Search and Destroy by the Stooges.
I just want to do these things: these comics, and blog posts, and fiction yet to be written, and bands yet to be started because 1.) I'm painfully aware of the fact that with every revolution of the Earth I age and 2.) I'm sick of being sad because I don't do the shit I want to. I'm sick of using it as an excuse to be lazy and fat and stupid and most importantly, unhappy.
I'm not one of those people who think that your own personal happiness is like the most important thing in the world. I think that the most important thing a person can do is to truly reflect upon and examine their surroundings. To use their brains for the purpose of further understanding, not to be right or wrong or say yes or no, but to suss out further questions which always lie under the surface of everything.
So yeah, that's what I got right now. Maybe I'll post some pictures or some shit too.
