walking a mile and a half to target to buy weights:

i've had better ideas.

The south. Is home. Is less cold. Is warmer in tone. Is yellow. Is saltwater. Takes its time. Is Scarlet O'Hara isn't Scarlet O'Hara at all. Is my grandfather's house. Is the azalae bushes outside my grandfather's house and in the park in April if not March. Is moss that you don't even realize is there it just is. Is stiff drinks and sweet drunks. Is music. Is pink and gray and green and bricks and shadows. Is cemeteries. Is no liquor sales on Sunday. Is related to itself. Holds the door. Is irreverent. Is reverence. Is 2011. Is a puppet show. Smiles behind your back. Has electricity (it runs on gossip). Likes to dance with strangers. Is tailgating. Is wars and shit (it's history). Reckons. Is old. Is there. Is sunburned. Sneaks out of her house and steals the car. Is beer battered and deep fried. Is which Fogarty are you, Beth's daughter? Is every now and then a confederate flag. Is backwards. Moves forward. Is MLK Blvd. Is dirty. Is magic. Is hurricane evacuation routes. Holds a grudge. Has teeth. Is beautiful and smells like something perfect. Is gravy. Is real. Is far away. Is manners. Is violent. Is Wal Mart. Is stubborn. Lost its ass in a war. Is chicken. Drives fast. Is that time I saw a horse at a gas station. Is old money. Is poor. Is hilarious. Is moribundity in motion. Is history (it's wars and shit). Is Athens in November. Is married at 23. Isn't banjos. Is trouble. Is dirt roads. Is highways. Stings. Doesn't sound like that. Remembers. Is incestuous. Is muttonchops and pleated pants. Is art. Is porch swings. Is nice to your face. Is sweat and the sound crickets make when you're sweating. Is bugspray and the way bugspray tastes. Is crosses and coffee and doughnuts on Sunday. Is chains you can't see. Is words you don't know.

so i moved to chicago

i haven't blogged in over a year. last entry was in 2009. a lot has changed since 2009. i still don't like to capitalize sentences, though. that hasn't changed. so, yeah, i'll recap for you. 2010: the short and dirty version... in april my little sister got married. in may i finished grad school and am now the proud owner of a shiny master's degree in rhetoric and performance studies, which is, for all intents and purposes, really cool but mostly useless. i sold everything in my apartment and moved the heck out of louisiana. (i have a special place in my heart for louisiana, but i don't want to live there.) moved back to savannah for three months before packing two suitcases and moving to chicago with no job or apartment and, like, 2 friends. and now: i have a sweet apartment with a lovely roommate in a douchey neighborhood; i'm back behind a bar working with some of the sweetest, most interesting people i've ever met (i truly love these guys); feel like i've made some incredible lifelong friends; i tutor one day a week at an AIDS ministry; i'm trying to write during my downtime ( looking to join a writing group to help me focus); my romantic life is still a source of constant entertainment; i fell off the exercise wagon and am ready to get back in shape. a lot; i miss my dog; i miss the ocean; i probably drink too much; i love walking everywhere i go; i finally watched arrested development; i buy a lot of books; i still wear black all the time; and there are other things, but i'll save those for other times. right now i have to go eat some popsicles.