the small moments

when it’s over, your pulled away in a tight fitting bag.  their are no updates.  no story to further develop.

when it’s over, your lose the things you never thought twice about.  you can’t roll over in the middle of the night and kiss the one you love on the forehead while she sleeps.  you can’t pet your cat and feel him purr under your hand.  you can’t feel the warmth of a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in ages. 

life is a series of passing events that we never pay attention to because we’re to busy worrying about useless shit that in the end, means nothing. 

i try, all the time, to notice these moments when i can.  i try to take them last.

they are what matter.  not your job.  not your car.  not your tv.  not much shit you’ve bought, or what you wear.

the small moments.

that what i want to take with me.

day off

today i had a day off.  i walked slowly around the mall for an hour.  bought a turkish delight and thought about my mum.  bought a book.  walked around some more.  then i drove to starr’s work.  went in and talked to her for a bit.  then i walked slowly to the pet store.  i looked at a lewis house and it was 200 dollars.  i quickly walked away from that.  i talked to a lovebird for a bit.  then i slowly walked back.  starr and i had a dinnerlunch at harveys.  we then found some snowboard boots for starr at a very good price.  starr went back to work.  i came home and pet gage till he fell asleep. 

day off.

make me laugh

 yes they are months old.  they are, however, some off the funniest videos i have ever seen on the internet.  this post is looking in your direction sherri korens.  laugh away

 

supermodel

 i’m bored.  tv sucks.  writers are greedy.  production companies are even greedier.  gage never smells badly, and that’s more then i can say for myself.  i’m almost done watching season 3 of lost all over again.  commercials are annoying.  my new guitar is awesome (the picture is of my old crappy one).  we still have our christmas tree in the living room and it’s starting to smell.  sleeping is rad.  my beard is getting out of control.  starr is tired and grouchy.  i really wish i had some painkillers.  my new tv is better then my old one.  the tic tac girl has almost been in work as long as the philly cream cheese lady. (i hate them both)  i have no desire at all to ever eat at tim hortons again because of those stupid belt commercials.  i hate the pepto bismal ones even more.  if one more person asks to see my happy dance, i’ll do it on their face.  starr’s eyes are getting heavier.  it’s only a matter of time before britney spears kills herself.  tom cruise is an alien.  feist needs to go away.  i would like to kick ben mulrony in the balls.  i’d go for a walk but the wind is cold.  i washed my jeep and it looks like a jeep again.  yesterday i had a montreal smoked meat sandwich and it’s all i thought about today at a work.  the new coldplay disc is going to be shit. (9 songs of shit)  my toes keep cracking and it makes gage nervous.  i have a mild headache.  milk would be good.  i lifted weights again tonight and it felt pretty good.  i’m looking forward to seeing scott at the end of march.   i had a couple of smokes this week and they felt good.  if i keep biting my fingers like i have the last little while, i should be fingerless by feburary. gage just came over and said hello.

there is no end to this until now.