wind me down

just a note to my boy before he goes to sleep ..."come on baby, let's get out of this town...i got a full tank of gas with the top rolled down, there's a chill in my bones, i don't wanna be left alone... so baby, you can sleep while i drive ... "
and that's a melissa etheridge tune in case you weren't aware...
but it's just right for us tonight because i'd love for him to sleep while i drove us away to a place just our own. we need to be together in a serious way, i just need to lay my head down next to his for a while, okay?

i got a lot done today.
i have some things i need to figure out how to do in a big hurry...
how do i move a phone line? because i'm going to.
my dumbass brother tried to tell me tonight that i could not possibly lay a floor by myself... fuck him, really, fuck him. i can do this, and i will do it well. i don't need negative vibes around me.

i just went in and surveyed the land, so to speak, and i'm pleased.
i need to clear the surfaces and put shit away, the stuff i use daily, and then i can start in one corner with tearing up the carpet. i'm not an idiot, i know it's not going to be easy, but still, i also know it won't be impossible, and even if i divide the whole room into quarters, i can still have it done in 4 days. fri, sat, sun, mon. and that's with tearing up and cleaning the floors thoroughly. though i have a feeling that once i get started it's not going to take me nearly that long. then i'm looking at painting ... and i have thru the next sunday for that. then i get the furniture moved in and start putting things back together. that i can handle doing slowly. see. i can do it.
fuck that noise as g. says.

stupid bipolar brother.
he's just like my father was. it depends on which day you catch him on the mood you will get. if you will get good, happy go lucky guy or if you get the whole world is shit guy. i guess it was my day to get the whole world is shit guy. and i say he is a stupid bipolar brother because he's off his fucking meds. that's what makes him stupid. again, just like my father. he's a very lucky man that he has a good wife who helps him navigate through his universe.

we all need someone to help us through our universe.

"this city is no place to hide in, everybody knows your number... and you know that you could never be alone... if you tried..." prisoner in disguise

nobody knows those lyrics anymore. i think it's a testament to how old or how weird i am. i doubt if anybody who even reads this blog knows who jd souther is, save one person. i know two other people who know what a great songwriter he is, one is my aunt, and the other is someone i'll never speak to again in this life. it's just music from another time and another place, actually i was only 8 years old when all this great music came out, but thanks to my groovy aunt i learned who linda rondstadt, bob seger, santana, jethro tull and james taylor were. it was so much better than the crap bay city rollers that my friends were listening to anyway.

my god... today i actually found a duran duran rio cassette.

happy dreamin people, and happy spoonin if you are lucky enough to spoon