that seems to be the perfect theme for the day. it often doesn't take people long to realize they can't live without me. yeah, i'm sounding egotistical again, but just try. yeah, you. just try and stay out of touch with me for a week and you'll be craving me like a venti chocolate brownie frappuccino [okay, so I haven't had caffeine yet today...]. it's strange, though, when i get a call or a visit from an old 'friend' who suddenly wants to see me again. always sends me into a spiral, so i guess i'm lucky that most of the high school dudes are running off to university this week. thank god.
i still feel behind from being in nova scotia. i'm all gung ho on halifax shows... and way behind on ottawa shows [bob kemmis & sloan not withstanding]. plus, i have yet to wade through all my email from when i was away. the sloan & thrush hermit pages are in need of updates, not to mention overhauls of rufus & tmt... which i've been planning for... well, a year almost i guess! so much to do... so much time... and no ambition to get any of it done. ahh! i'm still trying to draw rob & aileen's pic for the thrush hermit page... and then mike requested one done of him. yowza! so that's been my concentration today... that and cleaning.
i still must reiterate that zuckerbaby is the best cleaning music... but mike o'neill is a damn good close second. maybe it's just from seeing him the other night, but i was totally rocking out listening to him and cleaning at the same time. not that i'm finished cleaning, but...
and now, it's time for one last [final] hurrah before the high school kids are back in the jail and i'm back to kickin' around with aaron... and i guess john? although, leah's back in town, so i'm certainly replaced now. ah well. i always see these things coming and get out whenever i do. good choice? maybe.
and last [but most definitely not least!], i talked to rob for a little bit today. how much do i miss that boy? too damn much. everytime i get a word from him, i kick myself for not going to school in guelph or t.o. that and for not doing things that i should have done when i've seen him. but what can you do when you're a chicken like me and don't want to fuck up a good thing? you frustrate yourself and end up writing shitty poetry. ah well. at least he's still around. i was worried for a while...
'if a picture paints a thousand words
well then she's a thousand pictures...' - bob kemmis
