Carry On Wayward Son.

As usual, I can't stay away from the world of blogging. I thought I'd stick with the moleskin, and that that would suffice. It does for free thought and souvenir collecting, but I like the literal connection and the freeflow of typing that comes with the blog.


Finally got my mane trimmed up today. Back to dyke bangs, which I can't live without, and would never attempt to cut myself. I have such a great hair dresser, too. I genuinely enjoy hanging out with her for the 45 minutes. (Visions Salon at Main & Strawberry, y'all.) Now I've just got to find my bartender in this city and I'm gold.




This album has definitely made a comeback in my listening rounds as of late. Brandi and I on the way to Sonic's free *disappointing* root beer float night, brought up how influential this album was to us as teenagers. Another thing on the drive last night, as much as I believe that certain people are in your life at certain times for certain reasons, I think other people are there, at times, to remind you of those past certain individuals, to keep you forever in check with who you were and who you are. For example, while listening to a mix cd on the way, One AM Radio came on, and this resurfaced a memory of seeing him in Santa Fe with Scott, and how beautiful/intimate that was, and also that I have that amazing Ted Leo split of his on my shelf at home.


"I've never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don't understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now."
- Sophia Loren