the immigrant song on repeat
fun happy update...of DOOM!
(que doom music)
workin' 40 hours a week
playin' 2-3 times a week at 8 hours a piece
not sleepin' that much
...but still partyin' like i should
xmas shopping almost complete.
pretty happy with the gifts i've gotten everyone.
tonight is gonna be badass. i haven't been this excited (outside of the band) in a long while. lorna (angie's best friend) and i are going to dinner at mosaic, having a bottle that her uncle gave us from his wine cellar, watching spamalot at the fisher, having after dinner drinks with jason and kelley, and then crashing at his loft provided we wake up butt-ass early.
a long day and well worth it i imagine. gonna look damn good, too. black pinstriped pants and a black shirt from express (big sale if you're lookin'), white bachrach tie (per norm), and black steve madden shoes.
i put the industrial look to shame!
what's fun about this all is that there are no expectations or titles. no one has expressed or cares if this is a date or not. she and i are just looking to have a good time and a good night with good company. outside of looking sultry and getting boozed up, there are no intentions whatsoever- no stress! i'm really looking forward to hanging out with a kickass woman again and bein' really fuckin' silly. it's been a while.
speakin' of which- vicky is hangin' in there i suppose. i can't figure her out and the distance has grown exponentially. i figured as much. sweet, intelligent girl, and my love for her still exists and lingers. that call you get once you finally think you've gotten stable on your own feet where your ex sounds very happy to talk to your voice mail and say they miss you? yeah. got that yesterday. today? called her while she was driving through atlanta and sounded just like a distant friend- familiar and comfortable, but a noticable wall.
i'm not letting it bother me. i'd really like to see her while she's up here, but i'm not counting the eggs before they hatch. something tells me she'll try to avoid me until the last second, and that last second will be her moment to shine as the wonderful human being i know and miss.
so mixed. i wish her well.
when i see her picture and begin to feel bad, i just remember her telling me matter-of-factly, "i do not love you."
then i'm set straight again. one of those things that if i read too much into i could sell ice to an eskimo, but that phrase from her brings me back again. i'm not wanted by her any longer and must move on.
...and i'm doin' alright for the moment- gaining speed, to be sucinct. gotta be realistic.
i'm a new man and gettin' better everyday.
got a job offer and thinkin' of gettin' a place either with paul or by myself for a while. get some new digs and settle in, take some classes on the side (occ, wayne, or second city), and work on the band.
ps- we still need a band name. that shit's hard! Dick Cheney and the Buckshots is my fave so far. Pig Porn comes close, but not easily billable. :P
i must say that playing with paul and jimmy has been nothing short of elation. not only do i love playing music and sitting behind a set, but to be doing so with two talented, open, respectable, and fun-loving people has been a godsend.
for thanksgiving, lorna sent me a text that read, "i am thankful to have you in my life." she meant it purely and platonically. i'm going to take this short moment to say that in the spirit of xmas to let you all know in some form or another that i am thankful to have you all in my life.
especially for yale because he's great in the sack.
except for john because he still won't put out. says it's for my "safety." smarmy bastard...that means he's got the herp or is smuggling a telephone pole.
happy holidays, errybody!
(and of course i'm still happy with you in my life even though you won't put out john, just don't leave your drinks unattended when you party with me. hell hath no fury like a joyce scorned.)
(que doom music)
workin' 40 hours a week
playin' 2-3 times a week at 8 hours a piece
not sleepin' that much
...but still partyin' like i should
xmas shopping almost complete.
pretty happy with the gifts i've gotten everyone.
tonight is gonna be badass. i haven't been this excited (outside of the band) in a long while. lorna (angie's best friend) and i are going to dinner at mosaic, having a bottle that her uncle gave us from his wine cellar, watching spamalot at the fisher, having after dinner drinks with jason and kelley, and then crashing at his loft provided we wake up butt-ass early.
a long day and well worth it i imagine. gonna look damn good, too. black pinstriped pants and a black shirt from express (big sale if you're lookin'), white bachrach tie (per norm), and black steve madden shoes.
i put the industrial look to shame!
what's fun about this all is that there are no expectations or titles. no one has expressed or cares if this is a date or not. she and i are just looking to have a good time and a good night with good company. outside of looking sultry and getting boozed up, there are no intentions whatsoever- no stress! i'm really looking forward to hanging out with a kickass woman again and bein' really fuckin' silly. it's been a while.
speakin' of which- vicky is hangin' in there i suppose. i can't figure her out and the distance has grown exponentially. i figured as much. sweet, intelligent girl, and my love for her still exists and lingers. that call you get once you finally think you've gotten stable on your own feet where your ex sounds very happy to talk to your voice mail and say they miss you? yeah. got that yesterday. today? called her while she was driving through atlanta and sounded just like a distant friend- familiar and comfortable, but a noticable wall.
i'm not letting it bother me. i'd really like to see her while she's up here, but i'm not counting the eggs before they hatch. something tells me she'll try to avoid me until the last second, and that last second will be her moment to shine as the wonderful human being i know and miss.
so mixed. i wish her well.
when i see her picture and begin to feel bad, i just remember her telling me matter-of-factly, "i do not love you."
then i'm set straight again. one of those things that if i read too much into i could sell ice to an eskimo, but that phrase from her brings me back again. i'm not wanted by her any longer and must move on.
...and i'm doin' alright for the moment- gaining speed, to be sucinct. gotta be realistic.
i'm a new man and gettin' better everyday.
got a job offer and thinkin' of gettin' a place either with paul or by myself for a while. get some new digs and settle in, take some classes on the side (occ, wayne, or second city), and work on the band.
ps- we still need a band name. that shit's hard! Dick Cheney and the Buckshots is my fave so far. Pig Porn comes close, but not easily billable. :P
i must say that playing with paul and jimmy has been nothing short of elation. not only do i love playing music and sitting behind a set, but to be doing so with two talented, open, respectable, and fun-loving people has been a godsend.
for thanksgiving, lorna sent me a text that read, "i am thankful to have you in my life." she meant it purely and platonically. i'm going to take this short moment to say that in the spirit of xmas to let you all know in some form or another that i am thankful to have you all in my life.
especially for yale because he's great in the sack.
except for john because he still won't put out. says it's for my "safety." smarmy bastard...that means he's got the herp or is smuggling a telephone pole.
happy holidays, errybody!
(and of course i'm still happy with you in my life even though you won't put out john, just don't leave your drinks unattended when you party with me. hell hath no fury like a joyce scorned.)