i feel like string, i feel like nothing...

the past week or so has been the usual rollercoaster, but seemingly condensed, so i will attempt to capture all the ups and downs in mini-posts:

the sunday swap meet is a battleground...

i dig swap meets. i love perusing all the old stuff. stuff i would never even buy or have around, and yet, something about the combined smells of popcorn and steamer trunk and attic that make looking at buttons from wwii (i like ike) fucking cool. it's fun to play "oh my god, check this out!" and it was nice to see that my kids have an ingrained knack at finding the hidden treasures that interest them (no. 2 went home with 50-cent hot wheels cars almost as old as i am, and no. 1 managed to see star wars figures that were in a box above his eye level. he furthermore picked a luke skywalker action figure based on his first duel with darth vader, complete with bruises and scrapes, and a detachable hand, which no. 1 thought was beyond cool, and i have to admit, i did too, and had my wife calling western state hospital.)

she loves to dance, she loves to sing, she loves everything...

(and yes, i did just quote journey there. yes, i am multi-faceted.) before kids, the wife and i were crazy clubbin fools. we have missed those days quite a bit since we had kids. until recently. we take the kids to my mom's, they play and watch movies. we get dinner, and go out dancing or whatever until the wee hours, and come home and spend the night at mom's. wake up, make breakfast. everybody wins. unfortunately, for a bit at least, we're gonna have to go with less-expensive nights out. keep your shirt on, explanations in due time, jesus, ya impatient punks.

when masturbation's lost its fun, you're fucking breaking...

then back to the routine: kids, appointments, work. a bit of a level before the huge plummet.

when i see the sun, i hope it shines on me and gives me everything. well, almost...

can i take a moment, before the big plunge, to say that it is funny how i listened to this particular song several times while delivering last night, with no negative affects, and this morning, simply typing out that line, playing the song in my head, and thinking about the import of the song has caused a little hot spot in the back of my throat? morning is definitely my best break-down time.

i have friends who are enemies. i seem to attract people who don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. enter p, the beloved, good-natured guitarist. fucking con artist more like. the king of saying whatever you want to hear, and then insisting he never said it when the shit hits the fan.

he is moving out when he deploys, and since we can't afford this place on our own, we are forced to break our lease, and pay a hefty fine. (now you see why, for awhile at least, we have to curb unnecessary expenditures.)

he stood there, bold-faced lied, and said he never said he would set up an allotment and leave his stuff here and continue to pay us rent while he is gone.

so i watched my wife cry herself to sleep two nights in a row, and then we told him to get his shit packed up and moved by this weekend, and give our bed back.

wanna hear the clincher, o dear beloved reader? i know you do. his reply to this was: "what the hell is going on here?!? why are you guys being so mean to me?"

i think i want to vacation in the world in which he lives.

the good news is, we've already lined up a house back on base, which we can move into in the beginning of september. and we've learned our lesson.

so the roller coaster is slowly climbing back up...

and the words you're looking for are, respectively, codeine, nirvana, journey, green day, and codeine.

darth sardonic