Where Does The Time Go?

Good lord, where did the time go?  I am writing full time right now, so I know that I could be blogging, but holy shit I put my every waking creative moment into pulling my thoughts together for CBS Radio.  Yea, that’s where I’ve been.  Currently, I am lead writer for CBS Radio’s LA team, which means I write for KROQ, The Wave, Krth 101, Jack FM & AMP Radio.

This also means, things like my blog take a second place to work.  Someone asked me if I am ok with putting my passion on hold, but my blog was never my passion, writing was, blogging just happened to be a decent way to keep in the practice of writing.

Now when I get a chance I tweet or update my little bizarre thoughts on facebook.  And when I am feeling super creative I spend some time writing short stories that I do not end, so at least not much has changed, right?  I wish I could gush or bitch about work, but I like having a job and I sort of want to keep it that way cause we’re in a recession and I’d much rather get fired when the job market is plentiful.

Oh and I am filled with pills right now.  Christ, this shitty rainy season in LA is fucking killing me.  That and work and stress everything else combined is slowly killing me, which, I suppose is better than everything killing me at once.  I am sick of writing, but I guess I will tell you the story about how my cousin’s boyfriend tried to beat me on New Years cause I am filled with joy when it comes to telling a story about a man that TRIED TO BEAT ME.

Because, and let’s face it, no one beats me  PERIOD.  Anyways, I think I said something to set him off and he went to bonkersville, and when I turned around and my ass was towards him (HEY, HE DOES NOT FUCK ME IN THE ASS SO GET YOUR MIND OUTTA THE GUTTER) he grabbed me by the shoulders and squeezed my arms to force my into submission.

So I did the only thing I could do and I sat down all at once and dragged him down with me.  My hope was that he’d get his face close enough to me that I could headbutt him, but he never did.  Instead I bit him on the arm until there was almost blood.  Imagine the way a pitbull bites then replace the pitbull with me.

Anyways, I am telling you this story because I sort of feel terrible because I know he hates me, and he beat me so I am not a fan of his, but my poor cousin is stuck in the middle.  I feel even worse because I think she feels bad because she’s put in the middle and has to choose between us.  But she doesn’t have to, that is the miracle of family.

You never have to choose, family is just there for you.  No.  Matter.  What.  And maybe he is not such a bad guy, and sometimes he just likes to beat up women, cause why not?  I dunno, I haven’t had that many experiences with him and the ones I have had he’s been distant.  Maybe we can start off on a new foot, but either way, I’ll always support her because I know she’d support me.  That’s what families do.