Right, well...finally, eh?

[fransmasereel]

I have this thing with online journals; specifically with keeping one. That is that I made the rule for myself when I first started this journal that I'd never post anything "friends only" or "private" or whatever. I find it a bit foolish to turn to the internet and post thoughts and ideas that I wouldn't want the internet to read. But now the

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[thesantamaria]

aahhh, gigs you don't want to play. i know all too well.

see you later!

[thesantamaria]

also: i sort of think my band was asked to play that show with you & the rants instead of the other band, but then we had to decline due to some prior committments. that would have been funny if we both played it. i was at the neutral zone last weekend for the hard lessons and it reminded me of being in middle school and seeing a show at the local coffee-house-hangout of the alterna hippie ska kids who were a year older than i was. more specifically, just feeling out of place. hopefully it won't be the same for you. i hope you play well tonight, even if it's the last thing on earth you really want to do....

[uberconfused]

things are much easier to say on the internet
and I often find that after I've typed them and hit "post" I 1)feel a lot better and 2)don't really care much about who (if anyone) reads it

now would you please get Chris Woodstra to post my reviews!

My frans, my friend

[urbanlawn]

Your "rule" is yours to change. I mean, we are American, and trained to not change our rule"er"(metric system). I feel there is the beginning of winter in your words. I thought of you when I thought of a happy moment when I brought out that 4foot tree and placed it in a past strange white(grrr mckinely) room with much warmth and good intention. I loved that moment. It is the moment of neverending welcome of a warmer moment in a day soon to come.
Hesitation is well, a moment to refrain from and go get ready for what you do not want to do. Maybe you need a holiday, or a warm moment with family or friends.
But, please grace me with your current reads.. I need a diegstive novel that will alleviate my brains' hunger and my attempts at past writers feel like eating worms on a fishline.

I miss your brain, and your protected heart. Keep Safe and warm, and look for owls who do more than hoot.

[anonymous]

i haven't checked this page in ages, apparently the timing was good.
ultimately, though, you didn't share the heaviness or the 'it', did you?
i find it odd and unexpected that you sound to be in the same kind of isolation that i find myself in: not talking to humans for most of the day or days at a time. looking for connection via posting/reading online. i thought it was because i moved away. and we aren't the only ones who feel adrift.. perhaps our circle has unraveled to some degree, through our steadfast independence/self-reliance? let me hear back from you sometime, please.
- joslyn