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I'll tell you what, there is not a lot to say today, feeling rather a-ok. So much said already whether heard or not by others, I always was there; and so here I've been all the while, not so long really, not so long.
I prefer Kenny Rodgers' tunes in his pre-suck era when he was kicking out the rock and/or roll. And I'll say that when one strays not from their basics--their roots--then there's no need to apologize or endure the berating, but if you can't care anyhow... Opinions don't seem as useful as they used to. People do drugs to be otherwhere, some psychofantasmal blah; anything to feel weightless again.
And if my nerves are how I feel physically, can't we do something about all that. What a waste of time and money, this govt. Nerves don't do emotions. Emotions tend to lie. A tree off in the distance, that's a world for some tininess living. Coloring books, now that's where it's at.
Then through the weeds we upped & downed abounding in the newness of what experience could be as boys coming of an age when soon men we'd be--much farther off and more difficult than we'd've thot--mustering remnants of courage and nostalgic spurs for to fuel our revelry.
Yes, omnivorism is my cup of herbal tea.
I love this job. today. it's not everyday you come to work and get free hotdogs. it's not everyday you come to work and do next to nothing, or whatever you want. noooo sir, not everyday. just 5 days a week. I am excited to get off work though, I think we're going to try and catch the Thrift Store Cowboys tonight. they're playing for some disaster relief for Florida tonight. the only problem is we don't know when their set is, and there's going to be a lot of bands playing. Our shift doesn't end until 11pm. bah.
i've been sleeping sooo much lately. again. need to get back on the prozac. don't like to need it. but i do. thanks, mum! props to evey for the pills, yo.
talked to heather last night...hi heather!...and decided that i miss her. it was my brother morey's birthday yesterday, i think he's 31. WOW. 31. craziness. damon's birthday is this saturday. i wonder where he'll be, i want to call him. i'll have known colby for 2 years this monday...happy valentine's day! mind you, valentine's day is not the only reason to celebrate for me and colby. colby's birthday is coming up too, on the 21st. he'll be 23. finally! i was getting tired of being the old one since november.
also, jeremy hannon is having a birthday on the 18th, i think, maybe the 19th. kenneth soliven is having one on the 20th. i think kevin nies had one on the 8th. lots of birthdays this month.
the dogs started digging yesterday. we don't have grass in our front yard, just stepping stones (not your steppin stones, ours), and they dug DEEP holes, like, break your ankle holes, for the robbers and villains that come into the yard. :)we're so proud.:)