I want to cross that line
Breathing in the night
There’s nothing else I’m needing now
The wind is at my side
And so are you
Together we will rise
Above all these words and promises we couldn’t keep
Together we will fly
Above it all now
But sometimes we will fall
From the light
But it shines on us tonight
Together we will rise
Together we will riseSurely it’s a sign now
That everything’s in tune to some kind of higher plan
Yeah surely it’s a sign
That you were right
There’s this secret line
That we’ve been denied
And we’re crossing it tonight
And together we will rise
And together we will rise
Sometimes we will fall
From the light
But it shines on us tonight
And together will rise
Past this light
And we’ll cross it here tonight
And together we will rise
Listening to The Frames is so last summer-tastic it is kind of freaking me out. Last summer was really complicated and difficult for me, moreso than any other time in my life for sure.
Work stress.
I am going to be shitting my pants this weekend. You see, I took a day off earlier this week. This day happened to be the day payroll must be run. With all my absences lately, I kind of just assumed the accountant was on top of it, although there is no reason he really should be, since I didn’t mention it to him. So I processed payroll the day I got back but it said ‘Off schedule deposits may not arrive in accounts on selected payment date.’ My head is going to be on a fucking stake on Monday if people don’t get paid! I imagine everything will go just fine, they just state that as a disclaimer in case they are really behind or something… but that’s just the kind of thing I obsessively worry about. Now I have to stay up till midnight on Sunday to verify! To be prepared for just how much people may hate me on Monday morning!
I realized have a thing for Russian. It is mysterious and creepy to me.
Old pictures.
I used to be obsessed with Silent Garfield; I think I need to devote an entire other post to my favourite ones. Garfield minus Garfield is good too.
Can you tell I am going through one of my old photobucket accounts?
It’s over, it’s over, it is.
New blog for a new life. Out of respect towards people who may find following the adventures of my new life slightly painful, I found a new space. I always seem to start fresh every few years anyway. Maybe someday there will be a way to easily merge all past journals and order them chronologically. I think that would almost be too much. Sometimes, I like to have to visit different sports to access memories of certain times in my life… it is like stepping into the past if only for a moment. There is something to be said for growing up on the internet. Just what that is, I am not sure.
In any case, here is to the future, wide open with possibilities like… nevermind I will not go into offensive analogies quite this early.
A picture of me from the distant past for good measure.
