Hola, sluts!

My rude and in-your-face attitude is thrilling to read about and yet embarrassing to enjoy!

Anyway, not really. i'm vanilla. Maybe vanilla bean.

So, life is fine and dandy. i like to blog so that i can read it later and make fun of the past Jonathan. And it's like i totally wrote it. So yeah, i'm contemplating many things at this point in my life. i won't say that i'm really upsetting the balance all that much, but i think i'm going to move out to California. The land of sun, hedonism, and outdoor sports. i can pick up surfing. i can hone my snowboarding. i can get a motorcycle and not regret it. So much. Forget the fires. i'll just run into the ocean. And the brownouts? i'll just get a generator. Boom, problems solved and California is officially perfect.

But i'm telling myself that it's not to just get away. To escape the sour disappointment that Georgia has become to me. When i first came back to GA, i was so happy to be done with the Air Force. i missed my San Antonio friends, but i eased back into the life i had left. A life that i had assumed to be superior, but i was sadly mistaken. And so now i'm here and wishing that i hadn't realized my heaven (Georgia... hahaha) has turned into a bittersweet purgatory. My drive to California will be my indulgence outta here. i feel like i'll be abandoning my family again, but honestly we're not very close-knit. i guess i've always been a member of a 1-wolf wolf pack. i'm really doing this for me. i'm not doing this to spite them.

Anyway, so the logistics are a bit rough, but it will happen. It will happen because i want it to happen and i've gotta grab life by the balls and pull myself up. And then wash my hands because i grabbed balls. Life is grand.