Why is it so hard....

...To keep blogging? Hahaha you were terrified there was gonna another whingy rant there weren't you!! I'm simply blogging now because I decided as I was going back over this fortress of random, that there is plenty more random in me and just because I don't need to blog for the catharsis it provides is no reason to not bless the inter-web with my own personal brand of narcissistic diatribe. I have had an eventful year thus far. There has been work and gigs and a special and self imposed absence of romantic entanglements... for the most part. Every time one of them crops up and then meanders into nothingness I get left with a nagging feeling that I just narrowly dodged a bullet. In the purely emotional sense of the cliche. The music thing gets progressively more fun and keeps me smiling, and so I soldier on, delighted by the fact that I have met the folk I've met through the band and delighted to be a part of music we've made. The work thing... keeps happening, people keep giving me money and so I keep doing my job, but I must say that my wandering feet need me to get to steppin', assuming that my drift is caught. I have made some new homies, and thus am enjoying the newness that brings into my life, my sense is, that these friendships will last and in that comfy way where even if all thats left are memories they will be pleasant ones. So all told, I am a happy troll. Content in my space and time and comfortable with the Idea of new change and challenges. Who knows when net I'll grace the worlds ethereal consciousness with my presence, but be told that I'm good and I'm sure if shit goes wrong the 4 people that read this will know, because I'll be back on this thing with a freaking vengence. God Bless and Allah'u'Abha the groove troll.