Hey Now, Hey Now - The Boyfriend's Back

I don't know if you'd figured it out or not but the past month has been rather emotionally tumultuous at this end.

Breakups are chops.

I know I have mentioned it once or twice, but to protect the innocent I have refrained from bellyaching about my emotions, post after post, which is more than I can say about my conversations with friends. And total strangers too. Sorry. I know I have bored you all to tears over the past few weeks. It has been pretty much Andrew this and Andrew that. It must have been terribly tedious.

Well, apparently Andrew was feeling the same way as I was (the missing each other crazy part, not the tedious part) and last night we decided to pick up where we left off. I'm still getting my head around it.

Feels strange.

Very strange.

But very good. Such an insanely descriptive word: good. I'd try to think of a better one but I'm too tired.

¡¡¡Feliz año nuevo!!!

I'm starting my new year before this one is over. I've just decided.

Things are looking up.

The job thing: Some very nice opportunities popping their heads up, including a possible inroad into a decent advertising company.

The house thing: A nice little number in Fitzroy coming available in late January. Looks promising.

The hand thing: Fuck it, I can use it.

The boy thing: Only one cure for that...

I'll keep you posted. ; )

Happy New Year!!! Let's kiss that last fucker goodbye!!!

Bleed Me Dry

Breakups, don't we love them!

At times like this I turn to music to bleed me of all that all-consuming inner turmoil.

This time around Idlewild's American English is featuring prominently along with one of my all time favourites...



I'm not going to claim that the lyrics are particularly relevant to this specific situation but Björk's sentiments always fortify me against any lovelorn listlessness.

You think you're denying me of something
Well, I've got plenty
You're the one who's missing out
But you won't notice
Until after five years
If you live that long
You'll wake up
All loveless
I dare you
To take me on
I dare you
To show me your palms
I'm so bored of cowards
Who say what they want
Then they cant handle
Can't handle love

Of course, these songs usually give way to more optimistic numbers, like Modest Mouse's Float On or Grandaddy's Now It's On.

Things always begin to look up.