Stuff lately:

I was just going through my Google Calender (<3) and realized how long August and September are.  July is dragging a bit of ass too.  What's the point of August and September??  BE GONE.  Fuck labor day and whatever else day too.

Then sometimes I think, what's my fucking rush?  70 years from now I'll be wishing I had limitless August and Septembers when I'm living the last 2.

WHOA HOW DEEP.

But srsly folks.  What's this downer bit in my head sometimes?  Because I've always rushed through life, getting through the boring stuff to get to exciting stuff.  Is that normal?  Is that how everyone operates?  I kind of hope so, because I feel like an ingrate sometimes.

On the 3rd of July I woke up completely deaf in my left ear!  I took every pill known to man.  Amy Winehouse would have been scathing with jealousy.  Anna tells me to dump Peroxide in my ear so I spend most of the night sitting with Peroxide crunching away in my ear, then shooting hot water in and out of there.  It FINALLY cleared up.  I was scared though! 

I never clean out of my ears with q-tips and ride those who I catch with a q-tip lodged deep in their ears and I'M the one who goes deaf.  lol?

But anyway I'm fine and getting my hearing back was AMAZING.  4th of July was wonderful, too.  Mike had a fight with some chairs and oh my god, I thought we were all going to die.

Before that I had a falling out with a couple of friends, which at the time that I did nothing to merit being treated like this, I had no idea sitting there and not saying much (and then texting 2 days later to make sure things were ok) would make me unhappy with my life and whatever else.  It's nice to know that friendship is not worth so much as a phone call to work things out, but it's all happened before and life's too short to deal with sensitive egos.

Work is good.

Got to get a few things in order of course, but again, that's a constant type thing.

Had a lovely time last weekend drinking, singing, talking and getting hassled by the police.  It really was a blast and I'm glad we all ended up just hanging out and acting stupid.

Other than that?  It's been such a mild summer and it pains me a bit to think it's only a month over.  I HATE summer.  Don't really care if I rush it.  Summer sucks and that's final.

Bring on the hoodies, hot coffee, Halloween decorations, dead leaves and some darkness.

How gothy!

This always puts me in a nice mood.  I found it about 4 years ago and I guess it's just by a normal guy (I mean, not like a famous poet, or a dead one or something) and I'm in love with it: SEASON OF FEAR, a poem by Christopher Shawn robin Storozuk, Canada.  It sums my guts up nicely.