Things I Think I Want...

I am reminded of a lyric by the great Mason Jennings as I attempt to jot down some wants haphazardly and shit.

I don't know what I want, but I know where I want to be.

Deep. Well, I feel the opposite now. I feel like I know what I want, but I don't know where I want to be. Don't get me wrong, I am happy where I am in life, regarding my job and location, I'm thinking more like where I want to be in life. Crap. Here I go again getting all off the topic of this post...screw it. Here's my list of wants:

1. A tattoo. I've been trying to get Joolie to whip me up a design giving her only the direction that it feature a scorpion, but she is either so fucking lazy, like beyond comprehension lazy, or scared to be responsible for something permanent on my body coming from her hands and mind. In any case, I'm struggling with the scorpion thing anyway myself these days. I'm way into astrology and the scorpion represents that part of me. It also could represent my mother who was a Scorpio as well. My grandmother (deceased/paternal) was also a Scorpio, so I could throw that in there too. But it just seems cliche to me, a fucking star sign tattoo. So I started thinking maybe the scorpion is fighting something, that would make it look different. I was riffing on ideas of how I could incorporate other people into the concept so I could forever be reminded of them in addition to my deceased relatives, but then things got crazy and the tattoo idea became like a giant scorpion fighting a squid on the cover of a science book located on a table featuring beakers and shit you find in a lab with one bottle on shelf labeled poison...whoa, whoa, whoa...perhaps this is too ambitious for a first tattoo I started to worry. And here I am still yearning for some ink, but completely confused as to what I could get that would make me proud to have it. And maybe even pay respect to some important people.

2. A real vacation. My upcoming trip to Tybee Island will be great, but the reality is that a 3 day weekend is nothing. And it would be nice to go somewhere for 4, 5, 6 days and not have to worry about money, work, all the normal shit that keeps us busy as beavers most of the time. I'd love to jet over to Nashville or down to Orlando, something kind of cheesy, but perhaps fun. Or dare I say a summer's end trip to somewhere tropical? The idea has been talked about aloud...

3. The ability to do sit ups. I've been hitting the gym hard lately, 5 and 6 days a week and the results are starting to show thankfully, but I still struggle with doing sit ups. It's a combination of my back being a mess and my gut not quite playing fair with the process of performing the sit up. I tried this inverted bench thing at the gym today, barely made it through 20 sit ups and had to basically roll off the damn thing when I was done. And my stomach hurts bad from doing those 20 tonight. I know, baby steps. As long as I keep at it I'm sure it will come. I'll tell you what, I don't mind people telling me I look good. That's something I can get used to hearing.

4. A roommate. I'm going through that phase again where I loathe the silence of living alone. I am moving into the new place in a couple weeks and it does feature two bedrooms. Maybe the time is ripe to find someone to try their hand at tolerating me and my incessant chattiness and penchant for horrible television shows? The idea of reducing my rent to under $300 a month for a nice townhouse is staring me in the face, I just need to find the right victim, er I mean roommate.

5. A real haircut. Tonight I informed Sydney that I was going to spring for a real haircut tomorrow on my day off. And I might actually stick to that plan. I have gone a year without a real haircut. A year! I've had two cuts in that time, both by non-professionals and both basically mohawk variations. Since I'm dying my grays anyway, I might as well go the whole way and get a trim by a real stylist. Yeah I said dye...deal with it.