juneteenth eve (only one more shopping day left!)

so, tomorrow my not-so-easy life heads off to the big easy…

…but not till after i go to coffee and cigars with ME, breaking an almost decade-long streak of us NOT seeing each other on our birthdays…

(which of course, ’cause i am writing this the day before, means SOMETHING will happen to change this)

there are a few dozen people i grew up with (some of which i hadn’t seen in twenty years until last saturday when i went to my high school reunion just to get a whore bit out of it, and i’d love to say i got so much more out of the experience, but you already read otherwise…) who will see a birthday announcement on facebook. they might shoot a note to me there.

i won’t know.

while the profile is up, and in theory will show this post is up, i haven’t been on facebook in weeks. why? ’cause i realized i was basically seeking approval or comments on every little move i made in my life, as so many on the site do, and that’s just stupid. you see this kind of shit all day…

Sean is wondering if it’s happy hour yet…4 People Like This 6 Comments

why should i care if people care i want to drink. if i wanted them to join me i’d call or text – in theory, if they’re close enough to me for me to do happy hour with them, i have their number and don’t HAVE to put it on some stupid social site. okay, so i’m not working, i’m alone most of the day, and so i went through a phase where it was cool to have ANY kind of interaction with other people, even if it was the sad, pathetic version of it.

but no more.

knowing “chatter” would up when the reunion was approaching, and since i already knew the when, where, and how un-formal my attire would be (hey, at least i wore long pants and socks – hadn’t done that in a while!) a week prior i changed my status to…

Sean is gone…

…and there we were. i already have enough friends who don’t actually talk to me but keep up with me on here. i don’t need pseudo-friends who follow my every move there. plus, on there if you want to say “sean feels like being an asshole” you have to say the last word “@$$hole” so you don’t offend anybody, which is fucking bullshit.

(and god forfuckingbid you say “fucking bullshit”)

so, yeah – i think i’ve kicked the social site monkey off my back…so for all of you with jobs and kids and spouses and lives what’s YOUR fucking problem?

just askin’…

(and i refuse to touch a site with the asinine name “twitter” unless i just do it to promote this site)