where did it all go wrong?
see today...again...i was really stressing out...really working everything i had...to make our sales goal...in the retail establishment that i am now (for the past month or so) basically assistant manager of (different title. same job)...like i was helping my staff to help themselves help more customers...like i got some kinda belief...where am i?...who am i?...how did i get here?...
...this is the kinda thinking that comes from too much time on transit coming home from Willowdale(!?)...and too long waiting for the king car...mofo...and the thinking...(!?)...SIGH(!!)...
...and it's winter...and some stupid chihuahua who lives on the laneway came out to try to defend his territory from me (!?)...barking and growling...and trying to bite my feet inside my new boots (and these boots really are my feet away from feet i tell you what...) all the way down the laneway!!! da fock?!...
i used to be in a band! (admittedly we weren't very good...and things got dicey when we went all fleetwood mac [by "we" i mean jen and murray...]...and then when jen left the band we weren't very pretty either...)...i used to have street cred! (at least i'm pretty sure i did...)...i wore doc martens and had jeans with holes in them and long hair and then short hair!...i don't care if i'm making any sense!...maybe now you feel guilty about not calling me up to take me out for beers...so there...
besides my girlfriend is making nachos and she brought me a big beer from our fridge! watchugot?
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Ooh! Oooh! Does that mean I'm Stevie Nicks??!!
And Fleetwood Mac, by the way, had two break ups in their band, so ours wasn't quite that bad. Unless you were secretly dating Dave Tobey and no one told me.
J.
Only docs can be your feet away from feet. Trust me, I saw thru the BS one night....
pauly my love, I think what happens is that you eventually get old enough that not even the people who oughta have cred look that impressive. they're just people doing different jobs than you.
or maybe I just tell that to myself to avoid being freaked out that I live with non-profit-working artist boy. use your own judgment.
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