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hello, thomas

two weeks of corporate living under my belt. wait—that sounded dodgy. i mean, i’m not even wearing a belt today. got some button-fly action going on, no belt required. what? oh. hey, you, eyes up here!

i’m doing fine, but can’t handle living out if suitcases for much longer. the two weeks in indiana with my family were… fine. the two weeks crashing in huntington beach while househunting were… bearable. the week frantically buying furniture and unpacking in weho was… stressful. i’ve been up in san francisco for two weeks now and can’t handle much more.

for the first few weeks, i’d come home to my empty corporate apartment each night and jokingly exclaim honey, i’m home! and laugh to myself. tonight, i just sighed as i opened the door and put my ordered-to-go-cuz-i-hate-eating-alone-in-restaurants take out dinner on the empty kitchen counter, before putting my bag on the empty desk and sitting on my empty couch and enjoying my empty evening.

it’s only temporary, i know, and i’ll be down in my new home of la la land soon enough, complaining about something else, i’m sure. but, right now, i feel like my flux capacitor [that little guage that measures how much my life is in flux] is just about reaching its maximum limit.

i’ve been waking up ridiculously early each morning, either popping down to the gym for some treadmill/bike/weights action, or doing some yogalates. it seems i’ve been getting to the office well before everyone else, which is pretty much the opposite of any job i’ve ever had [everyone knows that eric's late for everything].

that said, though, i still can’t seem to get through all of the non-work stuff i need to do. phone calls, correspondence, side projects, paying bills. not enough time in the day, somehow. subconsciously, i’m probably suffering from some combination of depression/lethargy from living this temporary existence.

or, maybe i have a tapeworm. i’m always hungry, and i feel constantly tired. sounds like a tapeworm to me. yeah, it’s definitely a tapeworm. i’ll call him thomas.

thomas the tapeworm.

6 years, 9 months ago
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what can i say?

1. go

my friends from london certainly want to know what i’ve been up to, how i’m settling in, if i’m carrying on with the same antics. they’re concerned for my well-being, miss me horribly, and want to stay connected to my life.

i’m doing great. life moves fast. new job is brill. i’m bored, sitting in silicon valley all by myself. haven’t been doing much but working, commuting, eating fast food and catching up on teevee.

my fans want tales of “love in the gutter, lust on the dancefloor”. stories of seduction, debauchery, humiliation, drama. self-deprecating humor coupled with a happy ending. lazerrrs, vodka, walks of shame. exes, sexes, arch enemies.

a few secret trips to san francisco. running into entirely too many familiar faces in the castro. my powers of seduction—as well as my breakdancing skills—are unrivaled. the mojo is intact… is l.a. ready? the good stuff is coming back, in a week or two.

my new colleagues want to see what i think of them, of my new job, of what’s going on in that brain of mine. they want dirt to gossip about, or are just vaguely voyeuristic. they’ve bookmarked, blogrolled, rss’ed my ass.

nothing to see here. please move along.

6 years, 9 months ago
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bear with me

been struggling for a few days to compose something meaningful and worthwhile, but all i can come up with are disparate disparate fragments. life is hectic, crazy, fast. i’m confused with what path this blog is going to take.

i’m equilibrating, calibrating. hell, i’m even gesticulating.

bear with me.

1. the living-out-of-a-suitcase lifestyle i’ve been stuck with for the past few weeks isn’t so bad. it really isn’t. i’ve lightened my load, physically and metaphorically, and don’t really require surrounding myself with my things in order to efficiently run my life. i do miss having my full music collection. and a wardrobe that doesn’t cycle after 7 days.

2. the distractions of my move to l.a. are pretty much gone, which means the cold hard reality is starting to set in—i’m a stranger in a strange land. it’s not gonna feel like home for a long, long while. i’m up near san francisco for a bit, anyway, and i’m foolishly lining up l.a. friends/lovers/future-exes/stalking victims on a myriad of stoopid online services. friendster? myspace? 360? craigslist? ugh.

3. finally meeting ernie was about 1000x funnier than i’d predicted. i’ve always considered myself to be the most-est hilarious-est person i know… witty, sarcastic, outrageous, inappropriate—especially after a few drinks. ernie‘s about 20x worse. good to meet someone more inappropriate than me. for once.

4. i just bought more memory for my laptop. i wish i could be more memory for my brain. i guess that’s what this blog is for… a way for me to just dump everything into little slices of remembrance, so that i don’t have to store it in my noggin’. the audience, the focus, the character of this blog is about to change, as i change, as its purpose changes.

5. more to follow. i promise.

6 years, 9 months ago
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doppelgänger

micha

i’ve seen enough episodes of star trek/outer limits/twilight zone to know what’s really happening here. i’m not gonna point fingers or get mad or anything, i just want it put to an end—pronto.

turns out that i’ve been cloned. oldest trick in the book. there are two of me, i think, running around pretending to be eric. i’m the real one, of course. i think.

the other one is certainly having a blast, probably still in london causing mayhem… breaking hearts on the dancefloor, being hilarious in smoke-filled pubs, his social calendar overflowing, fun and friends around each corner.

this one, erm, i mean me, well, i’m not sure that i’m the real eric. i’m some alternate version of eric, it would seem. he’s london, i’m california. he’s surrounded by friends, i’m sat in an empty hotel room. he works it on the dancefloor, i work it in my cubicle.

there’s so much going on, yet so little to write about. i glance back at evijhserf entries from a year ago, two years ago. excitement, intrigue, drama.

now, well, there’s not much going on. i could write about the squirrel that woke me up this morning. or the smoke alarm that woke me up the night before. or cominug out of the grocery store and forgetting which car was mine, cuz i’ve had like four rental cars in the past few months.

i’m not complaining, really, i just feel a bit out-of-sync with my normal lifestyle, and thus my normal persona. sure, i’m just at a little lull right now, and i really should be grateful to have some downtime after the stress of moving countries.

6 years, 9 months ago
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