dunks well but needs a haircut

That'd be Childress on the Hawks.

 I'm watching their 4th playoff game and it's exciting. I don't really follow the NBA normally but the man is big into the playoff season. I come from SUCH a basketball family that I can follow the game enough to know when the ref has 'forgotten' to call someone for carrying. So, yeah, I know the game. But this Childress guy, he looks maybe 12. His hair is half a foot straight into the air and he just dunked the hell all over this Celtic. ALL. IN. YOUR. FACE.

I know this is going to sound a bit nutso but I am having a good time lately just hanging out with myself. The man is here but I'm more about myself right now. Not in a "look at me! look at me!" way but a "oh yeah! I used to like this, that, the other". I rediscovered the Yeah, Yeah Yeahs, Blockbuster, libraries, candles, cleaning, sweating, not doing my hair, etc. It's been great. I can pinpoint it to coming back from NYC and realizing all I loved and hated about it. You can never go home again because it's a just a place in your mind. You make your home where you are. The blisters have finally healed and fallen away.

Called my old supervisor. She said I was hired accepting the current hiring freeze. Eh. We'll see what's up. I'm positive. I'm BEYOND ready to be back in Portland. For instance, today I avoided: a side swipe hit, a woman in a inappropriately proportional van decided to turn left across a four lane street and almost killed me and the person beside me, a cop complete with ringing siren behind me, raising my blood pressure only to learn he just wanted to speed through the light and finally, my favorite, the person driving the wrong way down a three lane street. Foolishness. All of it.

And cool kids, they belong together.