phoney

ok people... i know there's more than onve person out there reading this. or so i thought. i mean really, if you're not actually reading this, then why am i on your favourites?

hey, i didn't say take me off, i'm just asking....

hehe

where's my feedback cucumbers? huh? huh? have i slipped into my mind- where i've made all of you up and i'm actually in a padded room miming typing on the big white walls?

umm that's a frightening thought, so i'll just move on.

today has been a very busy day.

i've been on the phone for a lot of the day- setting up yet more interviews for jobs that i won't get, calling daycares, discussing the goodness and badness of meatballs and how to get the ring of dirt the boy left around the tub off, talking to ignorant bastards that run apartment complexes. you know everyday stuff. and it was so much fun.

on top of it all, i've been breaking in fabulous new reviewers who have managed to open my eyes on a few things, while overloading my email inbox.

good times, people, good times.

speaking of good times, i got an email from an old friend, one of the only ones i still talk to occasionally. the email was nice in itself, but it was all about a visit she took to our home town. and meeting high school friends who are still acting like they were in high school. how going out with them a week ago, was like going out with them 7 years ago. and how isn't it strange how some people change, and others don't.

she described a dark winter night, driving and getting high, and it made me feel more nostalgic than i have in a long time. i could almost place myself there and the way i felt then. and somehow, it felt very comfortable and yet, very weird all at the same time. and a tiny tiny piece of me wished i were there. but she's right, there's always a holly, and there's always a jane, and a poppy.... the names change, but it's always the same. and somehow it seems fitting.

ok, i dont know where i'm going with this, so i'm off to check on the big ass beef dinner that's cooking.

ta-ta my friends.

-pops

next topic- just to give you something to think about: what did you call your private parts when you were a kid?

go, on, discuss.

seeds - bloom