This is the end, my only friend, the end

Alas, this will be the last post to this page.

It's time to move on.

I'm moving to an undisclosed albeit easily guessible location.

However, I'm probably not going to be blogging as much.

I think I need to connect and reconnect with people.

I need good people in my life.

It's been fun.

Take care!

The label in that sweater said "100% acrylic"

Jordan leaves for camp in the morning, and mom gets two days without her. Whatever will I do?

For various reasons, here look: http://http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weaving

My work here is done.

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

Don't think life is complicated?

I have been thinking a lot lately about how interconnected my love life has been. If you only count the guys that I have been somewhat romantically linked to at some point, turns out a lot of them know each other independently of knowing me. I got bored and did a little chart. I'd put it up here 'cuz it quite pretty, but I can't get the format right.

I think it means it's time to move to a new state.

Or maybe it means I really am the center of the universe.

At any rate, it's a little mind blowing that guys I was involved with 10 years ago probably know guys I have been recently involved with. Granted, it wouldn't come up in conversation because they aren't aware.




If I get it formatted, I'll throw it up here for everyone else's amusement. I could write it all out but it's truly complex and would get confusing. Not just because of the web that has been woven, but because in this web there are 2 Jons, 2 Jasons, 3 Robs, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Too much freetime?

Simply a look can break your heart

So, I bought some pants today. Size 8. No, not bragging. Kind of in disbelief really.

It's been a long day. Got a lot of the house put back together, but it's not nearly done. As predicted I was up by 8, and I should sleep well tonight.

Also, bought a dress. I don't know where the hell I am ever going to wear this dress, but now I have a new dress. It's one of those knit jersey hoochie dresses for lack of any better description. It was a $44 dress, and I got it for $4. Jordan was insistent that I needed this dress. I mostly bought it to shut her up. It does look good on me, but like I said no clue where I might wear it.

Sleepy, sleepy Jen is going to grab as snack and hit the sack.

Heh, I should post my dreams. Had one the other night that was almost entirely about capri pants, it's been like that since I started sleeping better. I've dreamt of things I haven't seen in years, places from elementary school, people I'd nearly forgotten about... as if I haven't slept in 30 years and I'm just now getting around to processing it. Kinda kooky...kinda scary, but I'll take it over exhaustion any day.

I'm the root of all that's evil, but you can call me "Cookie"

Technical difficulties reinforce the notion that pessimism is a better outlook on life. After all, if I had been pessimistic, I would not be disappointed right now that I'm still using the dial-up.

Lots on my mind, but no energy to type it.

My kid is joining the chess club to meet boys. I'm not crazy about the meet boys part because she is really too young to be thinking about things like that, but it's chess club boys so... Actually, she's joining it for the chess so she can get better and finally beat me. Although, I wish I would have thought of that. Hmm, except I was already friends with all the guys in chess club when I was in school, so it would have been somewhat redundant.

I need to quit smoking but I have all the willpower of...several horrible, yet funny analogies...

I'm going to bed and I'm not getting up 'til 8am. Ha, even if I said noon, I'd still be up by 8. Maybe overnight the DSL fairy will have been here. (I know though it won't get rectified 'til closer to the end of the timeframe they gave.)

Night all!

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis...

Bleh.

That's how I feel physically right now. Ever since BW3 yesterday, just bleh. Could have been the spicy garlic, could have been the uncomfortable moment when everyone recounted the last time they were at that B-dubs and I knew the exact daate without thinking. Must remember to try to be like the others...

Guess what! Tomorrow I'm joining the 21st century!

And now I am off to buy stuff, not fun stuff, but some stuff I need.

Things seem unusually calm, should I be worried?

Come to think of it, maybe I should, last time I felt like this I ended up at the hospital.

Definately, bleh.

To take my life as I would a whore, I know I’m better than before

I'm so excited! My mom came over and helped me get the border up in my living room and hallway tonight. It all looks awesome! I just want to sit on the couch and stare at the wall.

So kids, I think I have a story to tell I don't know how to start it. I'm feeling very, very smarmy right now. Okay here it goes...

When I was in high school, the love of my life was a tall, dark and dangerous kid named Jon. We loved each other as much as two people can when they're in high school. Like many a votatile teenaged couple, we were on and off again. Off usually because he had found some girl that he needed to fuck around with and on usually because she never made him feel like I did.

He had not had the best of lives. By the time I met him, he had lost both parents. He was basically a good kid though. He had horrible issues with trust, though. From time to time, he would get it in his head that I was lying to him. He would try to catch me in lies all the time.

Since we were on and off, and well, in high school and I knew his temperment all too well sometimes I was guilty of errors of omission. Ok, and a few out and out whoppers, but really would you want to tell someone who is 6'4", 250 that um, yeah you may have made out with his cousin at that Shawnee game?

His solution to this problem was simple. He would pretty much either coerce or pay someone that he knew I would open up with to set me up on a three-way call. I only really remember three times he did that, after that it was just his own special third degree. I didn't really mind, at the time I think he was the only guy who recognized that I was hot and smart, and to some extent dating him brought a certain level of protection that although twisted was at times comforting.

Trust. Sometimes it comes easy, you just intrinsically know that the person who stands before you is solid. Other times it takes a bit of work. Then other times still trust you once had disappears.

I need to be able to fully trust the people in my life. I keep my herd small because there are a lot of shifty motherfuckers in my daily life. Wolves in sheep clothing. People who constantly underestimate me as a human being.

What does this have to do with anything? Well, kids, I've been having an email conversation, and trust has been one of the issues, specifically as it relates to a person NOT DIRECTLY INVOLVED in the relationship. For nanoseconds, I thought maybe things have changed,maybe he is finally listening to me.

But as I read the last email, something struck me. thanks to the modern age, I don't need to set up a complicated three-way ruse. Thus, on the basis that a blog entry exist entitled,"lyrics from him to her, analogy time, lyrics me to her" I know that my words have once again fallen on deaf ears.

Or maybe I'm just narcissistic and it's just coincidental.

Yeah right!

The answer to what plagues you is not if you were the last man ever.

Well I'm singing this song, cause it's time it was sung

I think it's time to officially resign from my resignation from life. Actually, I am going to rename it a sabbatical from responsibility.

Sometimes the answers do come when you stop thinking about the questions.

You know what a good song would be tonight? Old Shoes by Tom Waits. Maybe just a smidge...

Though I held in my hand, the key to all joy
Honey my heart was not born to be tamed.
And goodbye, so long, the road calls me dear
And your tears cannot bind me anymore,
And farewell to the girl with the sun in her eyes
Can I kiss you, and then I'll be gone.

Another couple of emotional housekeeping things, and I may have my groove back.

If your colors were like my dreams...

It is amazing what a couple of good nights of sleep can do for a girl!

Believe it or not, I have slept well the past couple of nights.

I don't know if I mentioned it but earlier in the week I did some inebriated emailing.

I don't remember what I said, nor have I the inclination to reread it.

All that matters is I said stuff to someone.

I was thinking about some of it today.

I don't know. I haven't felt as angry about things the past couple of days.

I'm okay with things that I had been letting tear me up.

I can't change the past.

I'm sure in my pickled posting I probably said something about Kelly Clarkson. I'm sure of this because of something on his blog. Really people shouldn't be soo closed minded.

Tonight, I'm going to leave you with two of her songs.

First, "Behind These Hazel Eyes" because of memories I have, specifically with the video. See, one night, a night that really should have been our night I had to listen to how upset Rachel was at his giddiness surrounding our one month anniversary. I had to hear how she whined that he never did (insert whatever sweet thing he was doing here) for her. I had to hear all of this in lieu of getting my groove on. I ended up on my own couch because I just didn't know what to say, because really I should have never had to say no talking about her in my bed. Anyhow, as I lay there vegging out to the FUSE channel, this video came on. Ever seen it?

Definately not a concept I needed to see...she's getting ready to get married...has this vision of him with some other chick...surprise surprise that chick's at the wedding...she walks out before he can put the ring on her finger, but not before chucking the ring at the other woman.

Yeah, it's like that.

The second is everyone's (well, everyone except pasty pretentious types who think their so much cooler than the rest of the world) favor new breakup anthem "Walkaway" There is no other song (unless I wrote one) that so succinctly describes how I was really starting to feel. Oh god, especially the "You've got your mother and your brother/Every other undercover/Tellin' you what to say" line. It's a damn shame we didn't go to Bosco's with Mark because I might have got up and rocked this bad boy like I would in my car.

These two songs they are the end of the relationship.

There never seemed to be anything I could say or do to change any of it.

Don't think it doesn't bother me,

but maybe it's for the best seeing as maybe I'm

just too normal for someone like him.

"Behind These Hazel Eyes"

Seems like just yesterday

You were a part of me

I used to stand so tall

I used to be so strong

Your arms around me tight

Everything, it felt so right

Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong

Now I can't breathe

No, I can't sleep

I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything

Opened up and let you in

You made me feel alright

For once in my life

Now all that's left of me

Is what I pretend to be

So together, but so broken up inside

'Cause I can't breathe

No, I can't sleep

I'm barely hangin' on

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

Swallow me then spit me out

For hating you, I blame myself

Seeing you it kills me now

No, I don't cry on the outside

Anymore...

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

Here I am, once again

I'm torn into pieces

Can't deny it, can't pretend

Just thought you were the one

Broken up, deep inside

But you won't get to see the tears I cry

Behind these hazel eyes

"Walk Away"

You've got your mother and your brother
Every other undercover
Tellin' you what to say (say)
You think I'm stupid
But the truth is
That it's cupid, baby
Lovin' you has made me this way
So before you point your finger
Get your hands off of my trigger
Oh yeah
You need to know this situation's getting old
And now the more you talk
The less I can take, oh

I'm looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go?
Well, if you don't have the answer
Why are you still standin' here?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away

I waited here for you
Like a kid waiting after school
So tell me how come you never showed (showed)?
I gave you everything
And never asked for anything
And look at me
I'm all alone (alone)
So, before you start defendin'
Baby, stop all your pretendin'
I know you know I know
So what's the point in being slow
Let's get the show on the road today
Hey

I'm looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go?
Well, if you don't have the answer
Why are you still standin' here?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away
Just walk away
Just walk away

I wanna love
I want a fire
To feel the burn
My desires
I wanna man by my side
Not a boy who runs and hides
Are you gonna fight for me?
Die for me?
Live and breathe for me?
Do you care for me?
'Cause if you don't then just leave

I'm looking for attention
Not another question
Should you stay or should you go?
Well, if you don't have the answer
Why are you still standin' here?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Just walk away

If you don't have the answer
Walk away
Just walk (walk) away
(Just walk away)
Then just leave
Yeah yeah
Walk away
Walk away
Walk away
*************

Going to California with an aching in my heart

One time, I smashed his arm in the door attempting to put motion to the word of the Temper Tantrum Turtle song on the Sweet Pickles album.

I don't know why this of all memories has been on me today.

But it is...

My brother will be leaving at 6am for a new life in San Francisco.

We had dinner tonight, and went to Tom's Corn Maze in Germantown.

I don't know what bothers me more: the fact that I don't know when I will see him again or that everyone seems to get out of here but me.

I think I'd feel worse if I wasn't sure that he will find better things there than he has found here.

It's been a week, eh?

Turns out there is just enough chianti left to put me to sleep, so that's my plan.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away

Thick As A Brick -- Jethro Tull
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping - their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone - you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night - and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red - while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall - writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick

Dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had

The one beautiful thing about my recent resignation from life is that I have spent most of this evening watching music channels. Laying on the floor in my melancholy, it's like being sixteen again except for I had a much easier time hooking up with people then.

Actually, I soaked in the tub for a bit. I thought that if I listened to my ol' friend Tori that I could break this wall. Maybe I should have chose something other than "Under the Pink"

Between residual ickiness of last night's drinking and my massively over the top anxiety today, I feel like vomiting and my chest is on fire.

It's going to be a shitty week. My bro leaves Saturday for California. He might as well be moving to Antartica, because when am I ever going to be able to afford to visit him?

I feel like I should leave y'all with a song. I don't know,nothing really sings to me today...wait, maybe a little Concrete Blonde. I've had this song floating around my head for a while. Truthfully, I never really cared for this song when the album came out. It okay because it's CB and because it's got my name in it, but it never set my world on fire...until I got older...

Jenny I Read

Jenny I read something you said about
Rock and roll and life and death
Ah, jenny I read they carried you home
Broken, beaten all alone

Oh, jenny you said
Jenny you thought
Give them all that they want
Everything that you got
Oh, jenny my dear
It’s a wicked city
Once you’re young, stupid and pretty

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)
They’re making angry loud noises (kicking back at the world)
And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

Jenny they cried
Jenny they screamed
Your picture in every magazine
Yeah, ya wanted it all
But the american dream was nothing to write home about

She was the next big thing
And the telephone was ringing all of the time
You were wined and dined every night
Then one day it was over
And where are you now they wonder

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)
They’re making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world)
And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

Superstar, that’s what you are

And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)
They’re making angry loud noises (kicking back at the the world)
And all the angry young boys (and all the angry young girls)

Behind their, their fingers
Eyes aside
In sharp little whispers
They say it’s her
It is her
What happened to her
She knows this
And she smiles

She doesn’t look anything
Anything like her pictures
She used to be
She used to be
She used to be

But she knows this and she smiles
For she has miles and miles of memories all to herself
Everything in between then and now
And all her images of everything in between now and then
And all they have
Ah, pictures
Pictures

Going where the water taste like wine...

...so i can jump in the water and stay drunk all the time :)

Yeah, it's about the only attainable "goal" I have these days.

The irony is that I am not unattractive nor uninteresting... really don't get me started.

Drunk is good. I'd count the ways but I can't seem to get past one.

The joys of a nice chianti...

Shrug...the movement, not the band.

It's the damnedest thing, I still can't cry. I've culivated a whole new level of stoicism. It's pretty sad.

I've pretty much latched onto that one Panic! at the Disco song. It's like track 12 on the cD and it has a ridiculously long tititle but what's important are the following lyrics, because the following lyrics totally espouse the way I feel as of late. And the fact that I used the word espouse proves I haven't drank enough to be a mere mortal. Any here goes an artist rendition of how Jenny feels as if it's being sung to me by someone who contributed to my destruction...

Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.

From that moment, you'll be out of place and under dressed.

I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.

Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring end

Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.

From that moment, you'll be out of place and under dressed.

I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.

Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring end

When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes, woah-oh

Everything goes according to plan.

I'm the new cancer,Never looked better, you can't stand it.

Because you say so under your breath.

You're reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer,Never looked better and you can't stand it.

Next is a trip to the.. the ladies room in vain andI bet you just can't keep up(keep up!) with these fashionistas and. Tonight tonight, you are you are a whispering campaign.I bet to them, your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like sh-- Talk to the mirror, oh, choke back tears.And keep telling yourself that,"I'm a diva"Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box On the table, they just so happen to be laced with Nitroglycerin.

I'm the new cancer,Never looked better, you can't stand it.

Because you say so under your breath.

You're reading lips, "When did he get all confident?"

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer,Never looked better and you can't stand it.

Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?I've never looked better and you can't stand it.Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?I've never looked better and you can't stand it.And I know and I know, It just doesn't feel like a night out with no one sizing you up. I've never been so surreptitious, so of course I'll be distracted when I spike the punch.

***

Call it a mood. Call it a shift in the winds of my life. No one looks at me anymore. No one's knocking at my door.

Where is the justice in life? I bust my ass and get nothing. Meanwhile,

complete waste of space use neopotism to land

jobs that other people have worked their whole life to get.

I'm moving to England in hope of becoming a hooligan. I like Manchester United, and

damn it! I'm not afraid to beat people up to prove it!

Or I'm just going to pour another glass.

'Cuz I'm shameless, shameless as a man can be

Yesterday was a lot of fun, I mean if you ignore me nearly catching my house on fire, some brief plumbing problems, locking my keys in the car and other minor near catastrophes.

I nearly have my living room painted. Woohoo, it's only going on two months since I started.

Sarah came over bearing Krispy Kreme as incentive for me to help her work on her resume.

Very little resume work was done.

We ended up running downtown so I could see for myself that Seattle East was in fact closed :( Then we swung by Gem City Records which I didn't care for really. I haven't been in there since they went under new management. The Tyler Durden in me has a lot to say about the way it is now. I mean, really, I can't tell you the last time I went shopping for music and thought to myself,"You know what would be great? Fairy themed scented candles, why can't I buy hard rock and fairy candles in the same store?!"

After that we went to lunch as Elsa's and to The Greene. I don't really care for the Greene either, but really wasn't much else to do yesterday.

As a side note, Sarah is probably moving soon as she looks to have snagged a position on a Hawaiian cruise line. She's worried that she won't pass the training, using her poor

PE track record to back her up. I told her there is a big difference between this and PE, mainly that she wants this and she wants to be there.

Having horrible Rob & Rachel dreams again. Not all the time, but enough to piss me off.

I really need some sort of distraction.

Maybe if I get all the painting done this morning, I'll go hunt one down.

I wanted to go to Canal Street last night, but remembered that it is

my opinion that the scene doesn't want me anyore. Rethinking

my campaign to get some folks to go to Dayton MusicFest with me, too.

Sure we all want to see the drummer with the arms that make a girl swoon, but

I can't say that it's worth the price of admission.

Jess sent me an email with a job posting she found. :)

Back to painting with me. Maybe it'll be nice enough to hit Alter-fest today. (Just a

parochial school festival, not a bacchanalian quest to reach other

levels of consciousness.

Ciao!

Open my front door, hear my back door slam

It's Zep and probably half a trillion blues songs if you're curious.

Today I learned that I can spend an inordinate amount of time on wikipedia. I also learned I may be a redneck which is apparently different from a hick or hillbilly in that hick's and hillbilly's backwardness comes from geographical isolation. Really, who knew? Fascinating stuff, huh?

I'm quite looking forward to this school year. Lots of stuff going on, and well Jordan's pretty excited about it.

In general, very quite annoyed but rather than rant I have a big bowl of homeade chocolate pudding (remember the fudge that didn't turn out) and homemade whipped cream to take solace.

Maybe I'll come back to what all is annoying me...