grandpa's sox

this has been a most entertaining evening. i like it when melinda brings home mysterious bearded men. their timing was a little bad though. as you know, i regularly dance alone in the kitchen when no one is looking. tonight i was sitting down doing a crossword puzzle, dancing with one arm moving free as they walked in the front door. i felt a little awkward but quickly turned my dance into a friendly wave. i like how he just laughed at me, he seems most pleasant. i tried to "be cool" about our guest, unfortunately i couldn't squelch my smirk – i apparently suck at being non-chalant. although, i pride myself in my ability to appear disconnected but apparently i shouldn't because i'm not very good at it.

i understand this goat has stumbled across pspd, so i'd like to extend my welcome to our friendly neighbourhood bus driver ;)

anyways, on to more important things... today i was thinking about how when melinda and i were teenagers we used to play my nintendo with the t.v. on mute so we could listen to radiohead, hayden, counting crows and other mixed tapes. to this day "fake plastic trees" reminds me of super mario 3. the point i'm getting at is, she used to be mario and i'd be luigi because it would leave an M where she finished a level and a L where i completed one. this was most amusing to us. recently she came across a ton of letters we'd written each other we when were 15 during class or late nights. apparently i'd made up some kind of make-believe pet elephant, i dunno... i hardly remember it. but it was really fun reading our old letters. actually we also got a huge kick out of reading some of the emails we sent back and forth when she was in europe last summer. one inparticular was very ironic.

yesterday when i was talking to garry, shannon, laney and meghan outside the polished hole, shannon said "wow, i feel like i'm talking to your sister right now!!" joy and i have very similar mannerisms, but i noticed tonight when i met... err... ahh... "whatshisface" that melinda and i have very similar mannerisms as well. its funny how we're starting to rub off on irina too. she left a note on our broken toilet the other day that said "this toilet has a problem". which is our most common term – "problem" or the close second "mental problems".

this is the story of the boys who loved you,
who love you now and loved you then.
and some were sweet, some were cold and snuffed you,
and some just laid around in bed.