i like the days where i'm super productive. it makes me feel useful and not so boring. work is fun when you get to spin a toddler around on a swivvle chair and when she stands up to walk, she looks like she's had about 3 shots of hard liquor (it wasn't child abuse...she liked it a lot).

it's always a good time when the stereo is in chicago. and it's even better when the red hot valentines are there too. i had a good arm rest named kurt and two funny girls, annelise and kristine. there was also geoffrey, and we aruged about who was the bigger asshole (he won)...basically there were lots of people there, and it was great. i rocked out to ramona, new tokyo, devotion, and i confess to all this mess, because they are my favorites.

it was almost like the last time i saw the stereo, but not. i didn't have a headache, i wasn't dating a flake of a boy, and i didn't have JB. but it's the times like these that make me grateful to be alive and well and able to scream at the top of my lungs when i hear my favorite songs. my throat is comfortably scratchy from pretending to be a rockstar, and that's okay with me.

i'm sorry that i didn't get to spend more time with tyson. it's seldom that i get to see him, and sometimes that makes it hard to be friends. he's the busiest bum i know. it's amazing, really.

because it's gotten warmer and the skies have become a wonderful mix of sun and clouds, i become happy and cheerful, less cynical and sarcastic (okay, maybe not less sarcastic, but definitely less cynical). and these days i feel infinite, because most instances make it so.