How come every time you come around / My London (London) Bridge wanna go down...........??????

That is a joke title, by the way. I just can't believe somebody paid to have that song recorded, and then it got played on the radio. Funny.

It's weird being home. I'm not going to beat around the bush, it's just plain old weird. Toronto is always so anonymous in the way that nobody really cares where you're going or what you're wearing or why you're here, and for some slightly strange reason I find that reassuring and comfortable. But then of course sometimes lonely and blank.

So then I go to Perth and feel bombarded with what-have-you-been-up-tos and wow-tell-me-about-Calgarys and what-are-you-doing-out-theres (usually by random people I don't know very well) and so on and so forth until I feel totally bored with my own life story ...also kind of like I want to crawl back into my bed so I don't have to talk to anybody anymore. There are all these people that I knew once, and now I don't really, and probably never will again, and I find that tough to deal with in some ways. I mean, once upon a time, I knew them, and they knew me (or at least we thought we did), and now I hear little soundbites of information from grocery store lineup conversations about who is marrying whom or whatever. Bizarre.

Of course there are some that the conversation flows like honey, slow and easy, and I like that too. I guess I figure those are the friends that I know I'll have for years and years. okay? You know who you are, and I love you. Keep in touch, y'all. xo

PS This may seem disjointed and poorly worded, probably because it is almost 2 AM and I never stay up this late.......... zzzzzzzzzzzzz..........