Ok...hiccup....what the hell...hiccup...do I do about this....hiccup....when you're not here?

hiccup??

So I think it's interesting how when you think you've had enough....when you're just about at the end of your rope... your enthusiasm has left you.... something can happen that gets you all excited again and suddenly you're willing to do it all over again?

Interesting.... and a bit unfair, somehow.

I guess childbirth is like that.... supremely painful but for some reason you're willing to take it on one more time.

on that note...

Today I discovered something that may change my world!

Mini-Sharpies on hooks to attach to lanyards!

You don't understand how exciting this is!

weird things I have strange attachments to and/or affection towards

I found something on the floor today and the unusual level of excitement made me think about some of the things that make me oddly happy...

1) Guitar picks. I love them. I don't actually play guitar (well, I've started to but not well enough to have lots of picks yet) but I constantly find them in odd places. I have two in my car, pretty much at all times...not sure where they came from but they've been there for years.

2) Feet. Yup. Fetish girl - that's me. (This also extends to giving foot massages. I like it.)

3) Drumsticks. Broken or otherwise. Started when I was 9 and the boy nextdoor let me keep his.

4) Drag queens. I think I've talked about this before.

5) Randomly found copies of the Watchtower.

6) Newfoundlanders... oh I guess that's not quite so strange. well, some of them are.

added later when I thought about it some more

7) Sound Checks. I love sound checks. I know - it's weird.

8) Ellipses ... ... ...

My sentiments exactly

A blog I read pretty regularly posted on June 6th about a concert she went to. I love the rhythm and the feeling of this post - it makes me excited for summer, anticipating all the festivals and the chances to:

"Jump in the mud... Get your hands filthy, love."

my favourite link....

A friend of mine links to my blog as "T's Carnal Cottage."
I like it.
Even if all his links are under the heading "excrement".

figures...

...the one time you're in a ramble-on-the-phone-for-a-long-time frame of mind, I can't talk.

"Call anytime. I'm here." you say.

I will.

thanks

song on the radio

Today I heard a song called: "Twenty Naked Pentecostals in a Pontiac".

Enough said.