It ain't just for the young and disillusioned.

Today is a day I long to talk about depressing things, not because I am depressed, but because I will be if I don’t air them out like some wet coat I’ll go all moldy both inside and out and I don’t want that. I need not to smell like piss and decay, I already feel like that is what I am made out of.

So in interesting news one of my grandmothers tried to kill herself with an overdose of pills on the weekend. No, not the one that we all don’t like, the other one that only some of us like. I actually had to ask my cousin when she told me, “Should I be upset over this?” I know I know, I am weird and cold and emotionally removed. But hey, it’s life in the 21^st century, you need to be to remain stable. Apparently she has severe depression. There is a chance she may have a heart attack due to the drugs they had to give her to counteract the drugs she had taken. I figure this would be a win for her. As you know, I am a firm, supporter, if not advocator, of suicide. So I hope that this goes her way, because it’s pretty selfish of us to sit here and say “Oh noes, stay here alive in this life that you don’t like, it will make us feel better.” She is well and truly adult so she can with her life what she wants, and if she wants to end it, so be it.

I am expecting a visit from a friend. I use the term expecting as loosely as possible. I am hoping for a visit from her, I expect nothing. And I made myself ever so available.

On other not so new news, I am desperate for a piece of ass. If I have one more sexy dream I will officially have the libido of a 15yr old boy. It’s like the throttle is open, it just keeps ramping itself up. Everybody I encounter gets this thought about them; “Can I fuck you?” It’s getting crazy, I’m worried that someone will look at me the wrong way and in response I will just flop it out. And by it I mean my dick. I just had to pull myself back from flirting OUTRAGEOUSLY with a mature customer from New Zealand. I’ll give her some new zeal. I am my very own motivational poster.

Erections; I have one.

I saw a band called Metric on the weekend. Oh my fucking god. They were amazingly awesome. When I get over excited my vocabulary tends to be of the 14yr old valley girl variety so here’s some words that you can use to describe how the gig was. Wicked, awesome, excellent, bootylicious (?), mega, rocked out, it rocked, killer bee, tubular dude etc etc. I didn’t really get where I was going with that but hey, like any brave adventurer I struck out, one lost foot after the other.

What I am trying to day here, I guess, is that not only were Metric as tight as a drum but enthusiastic and professional as well. Really, a super super gig.

And so I leave you with perhaps my favourite lyric of theirs, from a song that they did not play. It’s called ‘Calculation theme’ and I have always wanted to lie in bed coming down off pills with someone, listening to this song. When it is over, we’ll fuck, slowly and methodically, until we fall asleep in each others arms. I do not ask for much.

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, where is the love?

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, who put these bodies between us?