NEVER HANG UP YOUR BOOTS: January 2009

I wish my life was like this

That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighbourhood

On Saturday Julia turned the whopping age of 20! we celebrated with

pizza which is pretty much how we celebrate everyday.

songs:

loving you is sweeter than ever - the four tops

royal flush - outkast feat. raekwon

modern world - modern lovers

another - notorious B.I.G feat lil kim

the cat's meow

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends

- Shel Silverstein

hiding in shadows where we don't belong, living in darkness to hide our wrongs

the last couple weeks:

songs:

freak scene - dinosaur jr

broken bones - the freeze

girl friend - the modern lovers

warriors - blitz

I could have been wild and I could have been free but nature played this trick on me

I want to live here:

This is a tree fortress in Minneapolis , Minnesota. I have awed its marvel on many occasions

while on route to Eric's house. This picture was captured by this man

nobody wants to be here but nobody wants to leave

Dear Diary,WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH.It troubles me that my life has been reduced to talking about the weather or complaining rather about how shitty this cold tundra is. Friends, co-workers and random strangers alike bonding over the common ground of 'how unbearable this weather is' how ' I thought my feet were going to fall off' But in reality we have survived 20 plus years of these arctic prairie winters ( unless you are 19, 18, 17 or 16 in which case you are just a baby anyway and have just added crying about winter to your list of many things to be a big fucking baby about) Winter sucks, but I'm going to try suck it up, or skip town.