Wow...

This has really gotten sporadic and terribly lame.

I figured i'd sit down and write for just a minute. Though, with all of the change going on, and no real motivation as of late, i have no desire to write... but i've been thinking about it, so that counts, right?

So rather than talk about how my entire bathroom flooded today because of some clogging, or the three phillies games i hit up this weekend (because i'm with a philly boy, and hello --- could the rest of you philly born-and-bred tell me if it's mandatory for you to mention you are from philly every five seconds??), or the fact that i'm working on overcoming some serious fucking obstacles when it comes to my independence being compromised for a relationship (gag) -- i'd like to mention a really sweet bar i found a few weeks ago - and went back to on friday because.. psshhhh the owner is hot.

The Front Porch
Nestled on 15th Street between Larimer and Lawrence... right next to Zaidies on Writer's Square
[wish i could find you pictures or a website... but alas, i am without for now :-(]

i mean... hot won't change the diapers - but i'm so impressed by his taste in design and coolness with such a fucking sweet little set-up. The first time i went in, there was a vintage scooter sitting in the corner, which he said was for a friend of his, who had hers stolen the week before. They had a fund raiser and bought her a brand, spankin new moped..

Generous and great taste in design.

Leather couches, giant black and white photos, wooden window seats with giant, oversized pillows and a bar-height table that was carved from ONE PIECE OF WOOD (no screws). The back wall is covered in tree bark, which as soon as I have a steady income and incentive to spend it, i am heading to the great indoors to buy me some of that shtuff.

There's even a few slabs of chalkboard for in-coming bar-hoppers to sign their names. The outside marquee displays a name each day, and if you're name is it, you drink free all night. I'd say that's a pretty sweet deal. (if it ever says Samantha, will someone please call me?)

Observing establishments such as this... as well as friends of mine who are actually doing what they want, instead of wanting do something else while working for means in the mean time - i'm rearranging my priorities a little bit and trying to decide on something that i would actually like to contribute to, instead of just... well, you know --- making ends meet and actually - doing some really, really cool things - that i really hope are of approvement status by my family and closest friends.

Though, I have to admit --- i often think now, with a BS In Journalism... why the fuck didn't I major in something useful??? - something that everyone needs --- Nurses, Dental Assistants, Doctors, Vetrinarians, Yadah Yadah.

I'm the world's best Personal Assistant. Great. I"ll spend the rest of my life being someone's BITCH.

Don't you ever have those moments where you're lying in bed, watching tv and you think, 'what if i died tomorrow? the last thing i did was... nothing.'

i've been thinking up a list of 'to dos' that i've meant to write down (it's on my to do list) - but like i said, i haven't had the motivation.

hello.
if that andy melanockamoansosokous kid can get a show on mtv --- i'm pretty that we'll all be OK.

**[by the way... I sat in nose bleeds on Sat. Night - game was packed - next to a shitload of philly fans, and one from boston - sporting a red sox hat and raging attitude.

Best bash of the night (because some guy a few row up was wearing a yankees hat):
"Derek Jeter drinks Wine Coolers!"

ha. Curse words are too easy. THough, when he told him his girlfriend was fat and needed plastic surgery--- it went a little too far. I guess Bostonites love to be hated, huh?]**