"ain't that a shame"

certain songs just get stuck in my head to the point where inserting my own lyrics is the only thing left to do....
and as of late they are usually quite applicable to my life.

fats domino's "ain't that a shame" has been the staple in my brain....
the first thing i heard when i woke up this morning was the light aggression of fats piano playing while he wailed "ain't that a shameee...you're the one to blameeeee"


ain't that a shame.....

ain't that a shame that vanessa is still sick...here's hoping it's not mono because i sure as hell haven't been kissing her...and mono is known as the kissing disease and in most cases you could probably also call it the "easy to blame someone as to why you're sick" or the "finger pointing" disease...i mean...you get mono...and everybodies first question is "who gave it to you?" who else do you accuse but the person who's saliva last entered your mouth....it's so much more satisfying when you know where something has come from...rather than it just coming from some variable "x" germ floating in the air....you can't yell at a germ!!*naaarf*

ain't that a shame that i'm still living in my parents house.
yup i love my parents...i am proud to say that we get along really well...so well in fact i enjoy talking to them on a regular basis. my pride hesistates to allow me to say this but some people might even say i'm a little too depedant on them...i myself would be one of those people ("JERK!")
...alas there are also times as of late where i would rather rip my own arm off then live in their house for another month....
herein lies the problem....do i...
a) move out with no money to my name when as of late i haven't even been "home" for more than a week at a time?
b) stay at home...and actually have milk in my belly after a long or short stint on the road
or
c) become an amputee...."they can take our arms...but they will never take....OUR FREEEEDOMMM"

ain't that a shame....that tacoma washington is one of the weirdest cities i've ever visited....
i was just listening to a neko case album...i think she's from tacoma...and i was listening to a song that talked about tacoma....and as i was listening to it...looking out my hotel room window...i thought......"YA...neko...i get it....this place...is....weird"

this is my impression of tacoma...(disclaimer: i was only there for one full day...so lets be serious i'm not the "tacoma" expert...but i am entitling myself to this strong opinion)

it's a little foggy port town....now that sounds cute...but almost everybody i saw...looked sad. like really sad...like..."too much port fog in my brain" sad...
like half the people on the tram we took to get to the mall were beat up. literally...
one woman walked onto the tram and she had two black eyes...and in my brain i thought "tacoma....is a sad town"

sad and creepy....
most of the stores/establishments around our hotel "in the main part of downtown" closed at around 7pm...so walking around felt like you were in a ghost town....mostly uphill mind you...so a positive is if you walk to the grocery store you get a good thigh burnin'.

my last bad impression of tacoma came from a merchant at a store....
we walked into his convience store and he asked us "can i help you find something?"
we didn't understand what he had said at first and asked for clarification....and then he asked again...we asked if he had fruits and vegetables...and he continued to yell "GET OUT OF MY STORE...."
i laughed thinking he was kidding....
but that only riled him up more...
"GET OUT OF MY STORE BITCHES...i only serve smart people....not (and i quote) idiot moronic retards"
well i have never been called an idiot moronic retard...and his sunglasses and sharp way of speaking only made us assume he was on drugs...AWESOME!
he also looked at me like if i snorted when i laughed one more time...he was going to punch me in the ovaries.
so we left the store.
although i was tempted to go back in and just ask him what his business strategy was for the year...i mean i've heard of people getting defensive adn maybe being a little "cheeky" just to add charm to an establishment..you know...give it a reputation...
but if you yell bloody murder every time someone asks you if you have an apple...you're not looking at an exponential growth in costumer care and/or people generally...you know...spending money in your store.
we concluded that the store is probably all just a giant facade so that he can sell drugs out of it...but still look like he's running a legit business...no wonder he doesn't want little white girls running around inside looking for fruit...that's a street cred ruiner right there.
"IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BUY MY NOSE CANDY...GET OUTTTTTTT"

in conclusion tacoma is a weird place.

ain't that a shame.

"lover you should have come over"

ohhh jeff buckley...

jeff, jeff buckley.....



"too young to hold on but too old to just break free and run..."

this is the kind of song that could probably make me cry at any time...like even if i was sitting in the middle of a farmers field full of...bunnies and...lets say...smiling babies.....this song would still bring me to my knees.



Right now i'm at my dad's gallery "working"....i'm basically in the minus when it comes to income...so i'll take what i can get. Working at the mennonite heritage center gallery on a saturday usually is brought together by a few key elements;

1) hours and hours of endless facebook creeping

2) closing my eyes periodically with no hope of ever opening them again

3) old ladies coming in looking for something called "the jewish center"

that's about all the action i get folks....lucky for me i get some money out of it...because we all know money makes the world go round' and it also makes me go crazy.

i'm also in debt.

good thing i'm living at home....hmmmmm...

okay well this is a blog that is late posted...but i'm going to sign off now...i'm going to continue to wipe the drool from my chin while i try and find some scirrors big enough to cut this enormous cord hanging from my belly button.

love.

dear vanessa, here i am blogging.

Vanessa Hiebert is the only reason that i would ever blog.

Yes, i used to (used to meaning i still do/will) make fun of people that would display their personal lives and feelings on the internet for "all" to see....but now the webbed finger is pointed in my direction and boy is my pride sure taking a walk through the firewall. (that's internet savvy lingo right?)

Bad grammer and sentence fragments aside...i just wanted to post a comment on vanessa's blog and this is what they made me do. ("they" being "the man" of course....and "the man" being...google...whoever google is.)

but don't give me that much credit...i'm pretty much pretending that i'm above blogging.

I would like to say that for years i have hid behind the fact that i'm "too cool to blog".
In my mind i would think..."Yup, i'm pretty important...i don't blog...in fact i hate the word blog..it's a useless word and whenever i say it i feel like a tool." I would make fun of my friends that would blog...i started a fan club called "if you blog you're a loser". I actually never started that fan club but if i would have known ANYTHING about fan club starting....that would have been the club that i would have started.

BUT what i've really come to say is that i've shed my skin...i'm becoming older...and with this coming of age i have decided that blogging...albeit self indulgent at times...can be something that doesn't have to be all bad. and i don't always have to be "the coolest".

and well folks...i still feel like i tool when i say ,write and think the word blog...but world...i have embraced myself and nussled up in the toolshed that has become my home.

BLOGSSSSS AWAYYYYYY!!!!!!!