From The Sea
ESKIMO JOE+++ESKIMO JOE+++ESKIMO JOE
!!! _ TONIGHT+++TONIGHT+++TONIGHT_ !!!
i can't believe that I am actually going to see them in the flesh TONIGHT!
everytime i see them perform live on tv i practically MELT.
Don't ya hate when those salespeople come round and try to invite you to lingerie/perfume parties and sell products that you really couldn't be interested in? The trouble with me is that for some reason i warm up to any gay guy i meet (because really i just want to befriend them - its no desperado act, i swear.) And unfortunately i am not assertive enough to say Im not interested and my empathy starts gettting in the way, so i cannot say NO. I also think about if it was me selling products and how I'd want someone to seem interested. I giving my dog a drink at the tap and i hear this little voice coming from the gate...."excuse me, ah, excuse me?" i spun around and it was this fairly metro guy (doesnt look like a typical bay male) standing in dressy clothes with a red satchel bag. Salesperson, i thought. Mum has never been fond of doorknockers...no matter what they are trying to sell. Even Jehovahs Witness' were considered the enemy...Mum would make the family go squat in the bathroom untill they went away. He just kept on talking and telling me about aromatherapy and free gifts. I asked a few questions which was prolly a crummy idea. i took some pamphlets and he took my name. Lie that you don't have phone, don't let him take your number. i thought to myself. he didn't ask for it, but i think he now has high hopes that i am going to a party tomorrow night and bringing a bandwagon of friends. If i was more like Amelie and i actually HAD a bandwagon of willing friends i would prolly play good samaritan and show up. But siiiighh. i really doubt i will keep my word, and i hate being ungenuine.
j and i went on a walk this afternoon and she is stressed out so much lately. She has become snappy and impatient and I have felt hurt about some of the things she has said. i told her that i was feeling a bit sensitive and she seemed to kind of acknowledge, but that was about it. I can't really expect the best reaction, as she doesnt do sympathy (not that's what i want.) and i spose she isnt in that great state of mind to be...well,...together in every area. She explained to me that when we get stressed there are 2 types of reaction. The tortoise or the porcupine. "try to guess which one i am" she said knowingly. "Kachiiinnnggg" i said gesturing large spikes pertruding out of my body.
I know that i am definately the tortoise. I want to hide in my shell.
Sometimes i think being a tortoise would be pretty neat, actually.
I still have my dreaded cough. But at least my voice has come back so i can sing all the words tonight.
and now...some random eskimo joe lyrics for my own enjoyment...
_I BELIEVE IN SOMETHING MORE, I WATCHED HER HEART THROUGH BATHROOM DOORS, IT'S TRRUUUUE. EYES THAT ARE OLDER THAN YOOOUU.
_BLACK FINGERNAILS, RED WINE, IM GONNA MAKE YOU, ALL MINE. THERES LOTSA PEOPLE, UNDERGROUND, U WANNA GET THERE? U GOTTA GO STRAIGHT DOWN....WHOA OH....
_IF I KEEP SMOKING, THIS COLD WILL NEVER GO AWAY, IF I KEEP TALKING, YOU'RE GONNA COME AND STAY YEAAAH
_YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW IM A LIAR. I CAN'T. I CAN'T. GET BURNED BY THE FIRE....
>>>going to the shops to buy a new pair of killah BLACK boots! i'll fill ya about the concert....laterrrr loverrrs. <3
!!! _ TONIGHT+++TONIGHT+++TONIGHT_ !!!
i can't believe that I am actually going to see them in the flesh TONIGHT!
everytime i see them perform live on tv i practically MELT.
Don't ya hate when those salespeople come round and try to invite you to lingerie/perfume parties and sell products that you really couldn't be interested in? The trouble with me is that for some reason i warm up to any gay guy i meet (because really i just want to befriend them - its no desperado act, i swear.) And unfortunately i am not assertive enough to say Im not interested and my empathy starts gettting in the way, so i cannot say NO. I also think about if it was me selling products and how I'd want someone to seem interested. I giving my dog a drink at the tap and i hear this little voice coming from the gate...."excuse me, ah, excuse me?" i spun around and it was this fairly metro guy (doesnt look like a typical bay male) standing in dressy clothes with a red satchel bag. Salesperson, i thought. Mum has never been fond of doorknockers...no matter what they are trying to sell. Even Jehovahs Witness' were considered the enemy...Mum would make the family go squat in the bathroom untill they went away. He just kept on talking and telling me about aromatherapy and free gifts. I asked a few questions which was prolly a crummy idea. i took some pamphlets and he took my name. Lie that you don't have phone, don't let him take your number. i thought to myself. he didn't ask for it, but i think he now has high hopes that i am going to a party tomorrow night and bringing a bandwagon of friends. If i was more like Amelie and i actually HAD a bandwagon of willing friends i would prolly play good samaritan and show up. But siiiighh. i really doubt i will keep my word, and i hate being ungenuine.
j and i went on a walk this afternoon and she is stressed out so much lately. She has become snappy and impatient and I have felt hurt about some of the things she has said. i told her that i was feeling a bit sensitive and she seemed to kind of acknowledge, but that was about it. I can't really expect the best reaction, as she doesnt do sympathy (not that's what i want.) and i spose she isnt in that great state of mind to be...well,...together in every area. She explained to me that when we get stressed there are 2 types of reaction. The tortoise or the porcupine. "try to guess which one i am" she said knowingly. "Kachiiinnnggg" i said gesturing large spikes pertruding out of my body.
I know that i am definately the tortoise. I want to hide in my shell.
Sometimes i think being a tortoise would be pretty neat, actually.
I still have my dreaded cough. But at least my voice has come back so i can sing all the words tonight.
and now...some random eskimo joe lyrics for my own enjoyment...
_I BELIEVE IN SOMETHING MORE, I WATCHED HER HEART THROUGH BATHROOM DOORS, IT'S TRRUUUUE. EYES THAT ARE OLDER THAN YOOOUU.
_BLACK FINGERNAILS, RED WINE, IM GONNA MAKE YOU, ALL MINE. THERES LOTSA PEOPLE, UNDERGROUND, U WANNA GET THERE? U GOTTA GO STRAIGHT DOWN....WHOA OH....
_IF I KEEP SMOKING, THIS COLD WILL NEVER GO AWAY, IF I KEEP TALKING, YOU'RE GONNA COME AND STAY YEAAAH
_YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW. YOU KNOW IM A LIAR. I CAN'T. I CAN'T. GET BURNED BY THE FIRE....
>>>going to the shops to buy a new pair of killah BLACK boots! i'll fill ya about the concert....laterrrr loverrrs. <3