oh god i love music …

Last night I spent six hours away from Darwin, the most time I’ve spent away from him since he was born. It was scary and overwhelming, but I did it for the best reason ever … live music.

Ben Harper. Ben fucking Harper, y’all. Oh god, please excuse me while I lift my jaw off the floor and wipe the drool away.

It was incredible … spectacular … by far the best show I’ve seen in a venue that large (the Orpheum). He is beyond talented, he’s an absolute fucking genius. He can play and sing anything, with a voice so bluesy and soulful that it’s hard to believe it can come out of someone so young. He is quiet and loud. He is rock and he is folk. He is, quite literally, one of the greatest musicians of our time.

And did I mention that he’s hot beyond belief?

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tee hee hee

Lauren just sent me a forwarded email with this in it. I thought it was cool enough that I wanted to post it.

I want to live my next life backwards.

You start out dead and get that out of the way.
Then you wake up in an old age home feeling better every day.
You get kicked out for being too healthy; go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day.
You work 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You drink alcohol, you party, you’re generally promiscuous and you get ready for High School.
You go to primary school, you become a kid , you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a baby, and then…
You spend your last 9 months floating peacefully in luxury, spa-like conditions; central heating, room service on tap, larger quarters everyday, and then, you finish off as an orgasm.

I rest my case.

ugh

Today I am sad. No reason, maybe simply the fact that I am somewhat bored and my little boy is teething (clingy, pissy, yelling, etc). Our new apartment is coming together, but not as fast as I would like. I just want it done. You know, like RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!!!!! I’m starving, but I have no idea what to eat, or what even sounds appealing.

Ugh.

And then, of course, there’s that feeling like “Hey, this isn’t supposed to be happening! I moved back here to stop being unhappy and bored. So why is it continuing?” Yeah, there’s wishful thinking.

Anyway. I’ll post pics of the apartment once it’s in a state that I don’t mind sharing with you all.

Hugs till then.