my city's still breathing (but barely it's true)

this is my favorite song for sunshower days - and today just happens to be one!

Left And Leaving - The Weakerthans

oh, MONICA.

my ichat was showing itunes. and she was being lovely.

things keep floating between really great and completely black. i have a nice opening of doors and comfy nook i could belong in but i'm just distant and a little listless. i can't say i'm a fan of it. but i've been completely surrounded with music lately which always equates to me being a giddy mess or totally mesmerized. sunday night was actually put to use this time and adam and i wound up at jamie's killing spiders and drinking bud light. i left exhausted and still with a dire need to guy a tambourine.






not sure what the point of recording this was but fuck was i excited to be able to utilize it. jamie was on bass - occasionally slap, adam was on the fender doing slide guitar with a lightbulb? they were both just being simultaneously awesome.

twittered with katie the next day...


yesterday, though, was one long head spin of amazing. ms. always-going-to-be-better-than-life katie bird texted me to bring me back to my old job, aka her personal shopper. tis a beautiful thing, people. then from the mall we wandered to lamstein to meet adam and mark and drink something warm because we are all wusses and were freezing thanks to the wind. sabrina followed shortly there after and we topped it off with jamie. the world admired adam's badass shirt and guitars inevitably made their typical appearance. i wrote notes with a dolphin pen


the bearded ones left those kids and me to go buy more guitars or illustrate their world, some boring shit. we the rejects split up to get more clothes and then started to bother people at panera. eventually adam showed again, looking like the proper gentleman he is.




eventually we ended up in lake worth at armand's house, one of adam's bandmate's places. impromptu song writing sessions, scottish kittens and hand rolled cigarettes. bird eventually split so i went with the guys to harry's banana farm. song choices? 'red morning light' by kings of leon and 'manic depression' by jimi hendrix. i was pleased, then someone put on m.i.a and adam bought me a drink and i started to get antsy. i really like that place but even when it's dead i feel cramped. i'm spoiled with big dance floors and patios. the other katie was there, too! along with jj contramus and they sat with us for a bit before we had to take armand home and wind up at havanas somehow. i split sometime after the philisophical cafe con leche conversation but coffee and idea exchanging started up again at eight am. now i've just got a cleaner car and more sewing to do, and a to-do list a mile long. i guess this is where it goes completely black.


this was the most pointless, bullshit of an entry to have ever been written. sorry.