all i need is somewhere i feel the grass beneath my feet... a walk on sand, a fire i can warm my hands my joy will be complete" |
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Saturday, Aug. 13, 2005 @ 7:57 am I'm going to the ocean ... for four days ... a week from tomorrow ... I couldn't feel more like squealing. I should still be in bed, basking in the knowledge that I don't have to be to work until 11:45 this morning, but I'm not. I'm uploading cds into the ol' KazooPod & catching up on what seems like eons worth of email & MySpace messages & other correspondance. Was supposed to mail out my latest Mixies trade yesterday, but the burner is on the fritz & I'm on the outs with the Nerd Herd, so there'll be no Mixies for me this month & that bites my ass. Time for me to use some of this hard-earned cash & invest in a new computer. Having a hell of a time deciding between a PC & a laptop. I'm sure there are pros & cons to each, but am thinking the portability factor will cause the laptop to win. So, yeah ... going to the ocean with Suki & Davey for Suki's 32nd birthday. When the fuck we got old enough to be 32 is beyond me, but it seems as though we have. Even if I'm two months younger & will tease her mercilessly for those two months that I'm still only 31, "George Burns called dude ... he wants his age back." Just enough to get her to shake her pretty little fist at me & give the pouty face. We've been friends now for 20 years, it's odd to think that she's been a part of my life for the majority of it. Odder still that we work together now, but it's going well & after work we get a chance to spend some time that we haven't had together in years. We're still as much alike as ever & it's refreshing to feel so comfortable around someone. Lately it's been all about drinking Red Stripe & watching movies I haven't seen because of the whole not owning a television thing. Saw Anchorman & Team America finally & was thoroughly appeased by both. We're going to go to Mendocino & Fort Bragg because she's never been ... which I can't believe since they're my favorite places on earth. Back in the day, while the Dead were on the East Coast leg of their tour, the boyfriend & I would drive our Kombi out west & stay on this little beach just below Mendocino for weeks at a time. There's nothing like the sunsets out there & the dark blue water & the chilly mornings. It'll be fun showing her all my favorite places & we can go to Glass Beach & to my favorite Pub. Not to mention the fact that I haven't been to the ocean in five years & that's fifty shades of wrong & unheard of in the life of Poppy. Can't wait to walk for miles along the salty edge, until I can't see where I came from & then slowly wander my way back. Work's been ... well, it's been work. Can't say that I dislike it, but I did have to stand up for myself to Nico a couple days ago. For some reason she thinks there's a large capitol "I" in the word team & my new part time job is apparently a GINORMOUS inconvenience to her life. She's had to close two extra days in the past three weeks while our manager has been working in another store training new hires. Those two days are my other job's fault & it's a bigger deal to her than anyone else would make of it. I let her know, very bluntly, that jobs are never convenient & that's the way it fucking goes. Get over it & deal with the fact that schedules change & um ... getting home an hour & a half later a few times isn't the end of the fucking world (the world which, consequently, does not revolve around you & your Xanax softened brain). I'll admit it escalated to a level I wouldn't have preferred ... but it's over now & I'm going to talk to Tam about changing the schedule so that I'm opening every Wednesday & we don't have to deal with this every time I'm needed for a shift at The Avenue. Can't anything ever just be ... hmmm, what's the word I'm looking for ... MELLOW? Or perhaps it's UN-DRAMA-QUEEN-FIT-FULL? Got some sad news ... not so sad because I won't be seeing her live this year, but sad because I can sympathize with her all too well. I got bilateral carpal tunnel/tendonitis of the forearm & wrist when I was 22 & it put an end to my guit-fiddling for a long while. Here's hoping her time off isn't too difficult to cope with & is enough to allow her nerves a proper rest & recovery. On a similar note there's this boy, cancelling tour dates once again & leaving me with no actual summer concert ventures to speak of. I've got Emmylou Harris in September & Gillian Welch in October ... Iron & Wine / Calexico in October & My Morning Jacket in November ... but not one in Summer? Crap. I'll have to peek around with my refunded ticket money & find something to enjoy before Fall takes hold. Time to dye this mangy mop of hair & get in some good, good play time with my Oonah. Be well. :blowing my speakers: Belle & Sebastian ~ Asleep On A Sunbeam
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