Well, then again maybe not. i keep hoping that my urge to post will reinvent itself, and i will resume crafting funny little bits of nonfiction and propoganda for the teeming masses that lurk out there somewhere...but so far it's no go. It seems like theres much to say, yet after having so many people read my other journal, it kinda took the fun out of it. And, on top of that, my new domseticated life doesn't seem nearly as rife with funny shit. I don't spend near the time just walking the dog even. That simple act in itself usually served as a surefire source of writing material. But lately I don't go on those wals so much anymore, mostly because now I'm joined by an often argumentative eight (soon to be 9) year old. So it's a different gig.
Then, there are the dissappointments. The former tour manager/enemy who turned friend and confidant (sorta) and then back to just sort of pal, has all but written the words: well yer married, see ya.
Not that there was ever any sort of romance going on (at least not that I could tell - I would have been all for it, but if he was interested in it he certainly never made it clear to me. But then, often they don't, do they?)...it's just, I kinda miss that connection. Now that it appears Mike has finally disengaged himself from my life for good - it's just sad. i was really happy and proud that
adam and i had reestablished the friendship, and only to have it fade anyway. Sucks.
Ah well. There's also the disappointment of Rodney and meeting up with him & his family, and them obviously blowing us off - so it's clear his wife is still a bit pissed about me telling her that she was the "worst manager I've ever worked for" 4 years ago. Or was it five? Something like that. Almost 4 since the whole S incident too.
Huh. This isn't helping. Must go and sort this out first.