the perks of being a wallflower...

so, after impersonating a vegetable all day today, i decided to gather up a few friends and head over to ihop for our usual late night coffee time. i'm up there typically 4 nights out of the week, enough to have a designated booth and a familiar face for a server. these trips usually consist of coffee, cigarettes (dont really smoke but whatever), colorful conversation, and people watching. this is also when i write the majority of my ideas for my songs, and my friends are used to me going in and out of the conversation to scribble on a napkin and then proudly announce that i have a new lyric. anyway, tonight was no different. there were plenty of interesting characters assembled in the smoking area, which is the main reason i choose to sit there...that and the excellent source of second hand smoke....among them, an elderly gentleman that resembled william shatner in a trucker hat, a group of teens discussing politics (cant see that as the best way to relax, but to each their own, right?), and two women that my friend jack labeled as "butch"...to which i speculated,
"maybe they're just two friends conversing after a long day of having to work on a holiday"

"....oooor they could be butch," he replied....but to each their own, right?

right.

so i just shook my head and took another sip of coffee. probably sensing that i was about to dump my philosophy on the entire table once i set my coffee back down, my friend tyler quickly changed the subject.
"so where's pebbles again? i haven't seen her at all this week."

pebbles is one of my nicknames for sarah, whom you may have heard about on janie's blog - janie is basically her second mom.
"she's home for the weekend. she missed her family," i answered, "she'll be back sometime monday night"
tyler had succeeded in getting me off the subject, and our small talk continued until the server came over to get our food order, but i continued to observe the two women in the booth across the room. well, an hour passed and we were on our final cups of coffee, the ashtray was littered with butts, and plates left with few survivors of the late night munchies, when a man came in through the door and approached the two women in the booth, planting a big kiss on one of them.
"HA! i knew it! they're just friends, look that one has a BOYfriend," i explained

"....they're still butch," he replied, half laughing

*sigh* to each their own, right?

later days
-T

pause for dramatic effect...

so, looks like i chose the wrong time to start up a blog. the past 3 weeks have been crazy, and it will continue to be crazy until later next week. since i last updated i have: 1. moved, 2. discovered the many territories that come with menopause and mothers with abandonment issues, 3. been promoted/expanded departments at work, 4. confronted an old best-friend-turned-stalker, and 5. rediscovered my record collection (God bless willie nelson)

so, mainly due to me moving in with janie and her loving husband, aka my father, and me not being completely settled in yet, the internet really hasnt been that high on the priority list, as you could probably imagine. hopefully i will be able to get on more often in the future. a big thanks to those of you who commented my last entry for making my re-entry to the world of blogging a sweet one. it feels good getting personal again. i will make sure to make another entry asap.

'til then, later days.
-T