Life in: March 2008 Archives

...is worth the bush?

"Where the hell were you?", she said.

She's angry again. But not in that "I'm not going to speak to you for 3 weeks until you apologize" voice. She's so justified; so certain and absolute.

I'm too weak; too slow to move. My thoughts don't work themselves into words until long after the moment has closed.

I hate it when the moment closes. Doors in my life open down the path that I choose - in the moments of my decision... or lack thereof.

The pathetic irony of the rain.

It's time to get back into the bass note love of The Crash Test Dummies.  

I'm back in the saddle (with 3-day saddle sores) of the gym routine.  

I've been stuck on Michael Cera since the first time I first bumped into his unassured, father pleasing, quirky, shy and possible incestuous George Michael from the cancelled too soon but not before a very funny 3 seasons Arrested Development.  Which is why he was voted my current favourite Canadian.