I hope tonight's a lot better than today. I have no fucking clue what to wear. I had something sorta planned but now it's cold and SNOWING at the fucking end of April. Hardly anything I own is clean, especially nothing I like.
I have my hopes up, and that always spells disaster. Life is so much easier being a pessimist. That way, I never expect anything good to happen. So, when something bad happens, I'm not surprised, but when something good happens I AM surprised, and it's even better.
Alden and Kelly are moving today. They lived in Yarmouth for 2 years, and I never managed to find a way to visit them, even though I always told them I would. They don't live in Yarmouth anymore, but the Chester area. I like that. It's a lot closer, and Kelly has a car. I'm very excited to see them more often. My hopes are up because they said they were going to try to come to the show tonight. I'd die to see them. I love them and miss them. But I know that it won't work out. I never get what I want.
The fucking weather out there won't make it easier for them to want to come.
We lived with them on Armoury Place, and my fuck did we ever have good times then and there.
I finally caught up with the Tensity schedule. It's every 2 weeks, but the host has gotten slack with postering, so it's been awhile since I was there. There is one tomorrow. Salvation around 7:30. I will be reading some poems. I will start with 2 poems from Target: Monkey. (the 2 most recent posts) But, as I was going through mounds of paperwork this week to gather all my information to file my taxes, I found another paper with 3 poems on it. Poems that were written during that time that we lived with Held and Kell. I don't know who wrote them. I know KC and I were there, but I only contributed laughter. I can't tell by the hand-writing. I think it was Ling or Alden that wrote them. I can't wait to read them at Tensity because they make fun of poetry, and Cory Lavender (who is the host). He won't know what hit him when he hears me laughing at his expense in front of all those poetry buffs.
We need someone to sell CD's for us tonight. It comes with a place on the guest-list, and Chik's beer tickets. (But of course, we have to know and trust you. We don't give benefits like that to just anyone. Also, our regular seller, Mark, might be there, we just haven't gotten ahold of him yet.)
I have my hopes up, and that always spells disaster. Life is so much easier being a pessimist. That way, I never expect anything good to happen. So, when something bad happens, I'm not surprised, but when something good happens I AM surprised, and it's even better.
Alden and Kelly are moving today. They lived in Yarmouth for 2 years, and I never managed to find a way to visit them, even though I always told them I would. They don't live in Yarmouth anymore, but the Chester area. I like that. It's a lot closer, and Kelly has a car. I'm very excited to see them more often. My hopes are up because they said they were going to try to come to the show tonight. I'd die to see them. I love them and miss them. But I know that it won't work out. I never get what I want.
The fucking weather out there won't make it easier for them to want to come.
We lived with them on Armoury Place, and my fuck did we ever have good times then and there.
I finally caught up with the Tensity schedule. It's every 2 weeks, but the host has gotten slack with postering, so it's been awhile since I was there. There is one tomorrow. Salvation around 7:30. I will be reading some poems. I will start with 2 poems from Target: Monkey. (the 2 most recent posts) But, as I was going through mounds of paperwork this week to gather all my information to file my taxes, I found another paper with 3 poems on it. Poems that were written during that time that we lived with Held and Kell. I don't know who wrote them. I know KC and I were there, but I only contributed laughter. I can't tell by the hand-writing. I think it was Ling or Alden that wrote them. I can't wait to read them at Tensity because they make fun of poetry, and Cory Lavender (who is the host). He won't know what hit him when he hears me laughing at his expense in front of all those poetry buffs.
We need someone to sell CD's for us tonight. It comes with a place on the guest-list, and Chik's beer tickets. (But of course, we have to know and trust you. We don't give benefits like that to just anyone. Also, our regular seller, Mark, might be there, we just haven't gotten ahold of him yet.)
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