heavy hearts

i saw the sunrise again this morning.

i wish the rays could heal the hearts of the hurting (not even me).

i hope she has it in her to try, altho i'm not one to wait for miracles (just blake).

yesterday soir, a grand thyme.

i ditched em's friends once again (i'm not sure they noticed/cared) to go to stage nine and see ruth's cd release. i can feel it i can feel it i can feel this heavy heaaaart. everyone looked awesome, dapper, sexy, ready. weird shit going on in the hallways-- including but not exclusive to brothers picking up crying, drunk girls who look like they're crying because rthey want the assistance of several cowboys at once. and the washroom not labelled men's, has a big W on it and a drawing of a tree or something. i guess it was where my female piss was supposed to be.

was nice to see stage nine for the first time. a great place to be. very comfortable, the faces and the general tone. was packed last night, actually. our camp was small-- j. maci and wife jennifer, CRM, and j a watt (nice sound), as well as debby george and jennifer's friend joanne and a dude named fabrizio (nice name).

chris was drinking, which was fun to see (ruth minnikin-- always an occasion), and we enjoyed ourselves enjoying ruth, as well as shared one of the best slow dances i've had in memory. also, jason acquitted me of shell-shocking him at the last show. it wasn't even me fucking him up that night. finally (see: maracas).

later: gathered up emily, said see y'around to her friends, and met em's good pal jill who has a louis vuitton wallet. we freaked out, appropriately. we found chris, and made our way home, stopping at freeman's for hummus and french fries (it doesn't get much better than this). then home. then smoothies for em and i. i was the dj (hang me), not the rapper.

discuss: heavy hearts.

see: sun rise.

get up: late.

fucked about: all day.

eat: banana, tofu sandwich, veggie wrap, waffles, soymilk.

frankly: am surprised my cells are able to regenerate, as i don't ever sleep.