holy fuck people
september tenth
lets just say
i'll be in montreal.

child number two cut his lip
during the same time of day he chose to be clingy and dependant.
hence,
my clothes and i now look like we've been on a minor killing spree.

lessons:

one: never, ever openly mock any music you hear playing in long and mcquade.
it could pretty much be anyone's, even the guy standing next to you, looking at sound gear.

two: a bird sitting on the ground is pretty much set in his ways, and is probably that he won't be moving for you. even when your tires roll over his unsuspecting body.

tonight's adventures included
running out of gas
five feet from the entrance
to the gas station.
stephen came at 12:15 to rescue me with his brute strength and compassion.
we pushed the heavy little tercel into the gas station
and i put 9 dollars in.
its my own fault,
testing the limits of how far the thing would go..
how long it would run with the little orange light on.
now i know.

peter did a fantastic show at lugz coffee tonight.
the show was called sad songs,
and man,
there were some sad songs.
there was this one that had the line,
"i can't bear to see you up there in white.
so i throw out all of pictures of you and i,
and vow that i'll stay away"
..regarding a best friend/soul mate really, whom you love, but never tell...
then she got married to a mutual friend, on his birthday.
SAD.

happy 30th michelle.
your party was rockin.
they always are.

if you have long hair, you should never wear it in pig tails.
unless they are the little bun/knot kind.

if you a person who jumps on the side of cynisism more oftan than not,
you should not wear pig tails. bun/knot or other.
unless you are snowboarding.

congratulations lisa on getting into cap.
in one hour and one half we will surprise you with a nice party.
please don't read this before then.

congratulations dave. and corina. you got married.
you kick ass.

congratulations julie. you are employed again. as a nanny.
thats great julie. way to go.