So. . .
I'm listening to Peter Gabriel's "So" album at work. It reminds me of my dad. He loves Peter Gabriel and he used to play this record when I was a kid. He loved Genesis back in the day and when they broke up he kinda chose Peter Gabriel over Phil Collins. I think he made the better choice :-D. Phil does tunes for Disney movies and Peter is still rocking out and making legit records. I mean the man is insane and extremely bizarre, but whoever said being progressive and ahead of your time was a bad thing? Not I. Anyways, on to new business. . .
Boston weather has been grosser than ever. You could SEE the humidity in the air yesterday. It was fucking disgusting. The worst part of my commute to work when it's that gross out is walking past Masoba, a sushi restaurant on Cambridge Street. Their trash consists of putrid fish and meat from the previous day and the smell is unbearable. I wanted to vomit on my way home from work yesterday because of it. I need to find a different route.
Tomorrow night I'm FINALLY seeing Bjork's movie "Drawing Restraint 9" at the Brattle Theatre. Nina and Matt will be accompanying me so it will be a good time. I'm so glad Nina is back from Spain. I sat with her at Kendall Square for a few hours just catching up. I forgot how much I missed her wise advice! She is the best indeed. Tonight I'm going up to Haverhill and Salem to hang out with Matt and Kyle for a while. Sometimes I need a break from the city to clear my head. It gets overwhelming.
Pat moves his stuff in on July 23rd. The date is approaching! So much drama and intense shit has been surrounding this moment, and I hope it fades once he gets here. I think this is something he and I have to work through together and not have outside sources butting in. If it goes to hell I want it to be because he and I both realize it isnt working. Not because of something from the outside pushing it. The bright side of it is he gets out of Keene for the first time in his life. I'm glad he is moving on with his life and not staying up in Hicksville, NH. There is nothing there to call a dream. He needs his freedom. So. . .at the very least Pat will be making a fresh start of his life. I'm happy for it.
An old friend of mine (who fell off the face of the earth) messaged me on facebook last night and I read the email this morning. He apologized profusely for being MIA, and hey. . .I don't hold grudges so it's cool with me. He has done this before but I mean. . I never turn away a friend. Not my style. If someone feels bad for what they've done I can't be angry. Sometimes this means I get shit on repeatedly, but hey my karma is good at the end of the day. I wont get hit by a bolt of lightening. I hope. .
Ok time to get to work. Have a lovely day y'all.
Boston weather has been grosser than ever. You could SEE the humidity in the air yesterday. It was fucking disgusting. The worst part of my commute to work when it's that gross out is walking past Masoba, a sushi restaurant on Cambridge Street. Their trash consists of putrid fish and meat from the previous day and the smell is unbearable. I wanted to vomit on my way home from work yesterday because of it. I need to find a different route.
Tomorrow night I'm FINALLY seeing Bjork's movie "Drawing Restraint 9" at the Brattle Theatre. Nina and Matt will be accompanying me so it will be a good time. I'm so glad Nina is back from Spain. I sat with her at Kendall Square for a few hours just catching up. I forgot how much I missed her wise advice! She is the best indeed. Tonight I'm going up to Haverhill and Salem to hang out with Matt and Kyle for a while. Sometimes I need a break from the city to clear my head. It gets overwhelming.
Pat moves his stuff in on July 23rd. The date is approaching! So much drama and intense shit has been surrounding this moment, and I hope it fades once he gets here. I think this is something he and I have to work through together and not have outside sources butting in. If it goes to hell I want it to be because he and I both realize it isnt working. Not because of something from the outside pushing it. The bright side of it is he gets out of Keene for the first time in his life. I'm glad he is moving on with his life and not staying up in Hicksville, NH. There is nothing there to call a dream. He needs his freedom. So. . .at the very least Pat will be making a fresh start of his life. I'm happy for it.
An old friend of mine (who fell off the face of the earth) messaged me on facebook last night and I read the email this morning. He apologized profusely for being MIA, and hey. . .I don't hold grudges so it's cool with me. He has done this before but I mean. . I never turn away a friend. Not my style. If someone feels bad for what they've done I can't be angry. Sometimes this means I get shit on repeatedly, but hey my karma is good at the end of the day. I wont get hit by a bolt of lightening. I hope. .
Ok time to get to work. Have a lovely day y'all.