You Can Rely On Me Honey
You're invited to participate in the newest holiday on the calendar! It is smack dab in between Leif Erikson Day and Columbus Day. Its called "My Family Doesn't Leave The House For Fucking Anything" Day. Celebrate the fact that we've all kept our lives, and mourn the loss of Violet, and my father's velo. My parents are two of the three injured in this error-filled report from the The Buffalo News.
Other highlights of this new holiday include spending time in the emergency room, to check up on the attending staff we've gotten to know and bring them flowers, dressing up with ice packs and to recall the soothing feeling of damaged & sore muscles, watching television non-stop and falling asleep in recliners and other non-traditional comfort places in honor of past circumstances, and finally, a feast of generally protien-filled, energy-for-body repairing food. Come and join us! Just remember to take the bus.
The Okkervil River show was fantastic on Friday night (in other news), and lots of people from the past seem to be visiting Buffalo over the past and future few weeks. Making a trip of my own amidst the travel of friends (and former lovers [a term which I derrided in the past for its melodrama, but have been finding some facets of subtle emotion in its use]), has kept me ironically grounded. And, unfortunately creatively blocked. Today, now that the holiday has passed, I can dive back into the beauty of my Every Other Day.
Other highlights of this new holiday include spending time in the emergency room, to check up on the attending staff we've gotten to know and bring them flowers, dressing up with ice packs and to recall the soothing feeling of damaged & sore muscles, watching television non-stop and falling asleep in recliners and other non-traditional comfort places in honor of past circumstances, and finally, a feast of generally protien-filled, energy-for-body repairing food. Come and join us! Just remember to take the bus.
The Okkervil River show was fantastic on Friday night (in other news), and lots of people from the past seem to be visiting Buffalo over the past and future few weeks. Making a trip of my own amidst the travel of friends (and former lovers [a term which I derrided in the past for its melodrama, but have been finding some facets of subtle emotion in its use]), has kept me ironically grounded. And, unfortunately creatively blocked. Today, now that the holiday has passed, I can dive back into the beauty of my Every Other Day.