The Sweet Unspiteful

The past couple of days I've been listening to Ivy in the mornings to shake the sleep out of my eyes and mind. If you're unfamiliar with the band, they're a trio based out of New York, I think, with two gents and a sweet parisian vocalist named Dominique. Their soft melodies and romantic lyrics always put me in a state of relaxation that only Stars have managed to achieve previously. Today was a little different because I woke up to the soundtrack album for Veronica Mars while driving the wife to work (although perhaps not completely different since Ivy does feature prominently on the album). I started with their "Ocean City Girl" but let it play on afterwards, moving into The Delays then back up to the beginning of the disc with Teegan & Sara, Mike Doughty and others, and it flicked some switch in my head or something because I am now in a very cool musical place. It could just be the fact that I don't have to go into work today, but I'm going to credit my buzzy vibe to the tunes, anyway.

Speaking of buzzy tunes, I ran into this while doing up this post and I really dig this song, again, by Mike Doughty. It's called "27 Jennifers" and it amuses me because a) I married one b) My best friend married one c) I'm friends with several more and, finally, d) I think it's a really sweet song for those of us who love Jennifers around the world:



I think for the rest of the day I'll take it pretty easy. I have some yard work to do, which will probably mean I have to go into work to pick a few things up, but that will work out well anyways because I have some stuff I wanted to drop off there.

Later!

I hate to be such a Cliché...

...but I don't know how to be anything else.

I'm feeling kind of down today which is probably why I'm posting over here again. This seems to be the go-to place for me whenever I'm a little too deep with the melencholy or trying to be introspective. At least, far gone enough that I'll actually post about it, anyway.

At the moment, I'm feeling a little bitter nostalgia coming on. A few years ago I had a friend (Stacey was her name-o) who I cared a lot about and who parted ways with me after about a year of friendship. We were close enough that I never really forgot her, and I think of her from time to time. Tonight, she popped into my head for no particular reason so I googled her and I found her on Facebook. Naturally, I added her as a friend and now, I await her reply.

I've had other friends with whom I've severed most contact (sometimes willingly, other times not) then tried to rebuild something out of whatever detritus is left after the nukes go off, but so far none of them have worked very well after the fact. My buddy Karl is a good example. We had a little dust-up a couple of years ago and we both, very recently, fired off some reconciliation e-mails to bury the past in the past and let bygones be bygones. Yet I still don't have regular contact with the guy, even though I wouldn't mind it, for whatever reason I just don't make the extra effort, you know? And as a result, neither does he, so nobody really gains any forward momentum, right (and this in a time when I don't have many friends who actually live in town, anymore)?

So, I guess I'm a little apprehensive with the whole Stacey thing. I've been dying to talk to her again for such a looong time, and it looks like I may get that chance which is great, but I'm preparing myself for the 'Friend Request Declined' which has such a depressing finality to it, ergo, the melencholy.

Which brings me back to being such a bad cliché. I swear to God I don't know any better.

In fact, I know I don't know better because I'm gearing up to ask the infamous 'Abby' to another movie.

Someone just put me out of my misery.

Later!