I wonder...

I just had a thought. I though of how lovely it would be to have Tom be in my brain for just one day. Even an hour would do. I think he (not picking on him, all/most boys seem to fit this stereotype) would crash from exhaustion after being in my girl brain for a while. I don't think he would be able to handle over annualizing every single detail, and obsessing over every minor action of everyone. And here's the kicker, I still maintain that I am a relatively normal, low maintenance, mellow girl.

Here is my thought; if he was in my brain I would have to go somewhere, obviously I'd go check out his brain. I think I would feel like I was on some kind of drugs. Like a nice mellowed out drug, maybe marijuana? Just a little nice calm down time from the usual high strung-ness of my girl brain. I super don't even care that I'm being super sexist right now. This is my thought, and this is my blog. Deal with it.

Regardless, I think I still wish I was a boy*. A boy version of me would be pretty cool.

*Please don't take this in the wrong way, I am happy with who I am, and I am not sexually confused** in the least. Sometimes I just wonder..

**Not that I have a problem with sexually confused people! Oh boy...I'm just setting myself up for disaster.

Busy busy

Thats what I've been. But all for good reasons. And I'm happy about it all.

There has been some basement renovations.

Many birthdays and more to come (I've got two already planned for this weekend!)

2 CD releases, not that I did much for them, but hey I was still around.

And on top of it all, working "full time" according to the

According to Wikipedia I am working full time by the standards of the United States of America, France, and Germany. But it is not considered full time by Denmark, Iceland, Australia or the United Kingdom. So I think I'm doing pretty good. Apparently Canada is not good enough to make it onto their list, so who knows if I'm working "full-time" or not. Either way its a lot of time but I'm relatively enjoying it.

Maybe if your lucky I'll get some new basement pictures up sometime.

How I will miss you...

The lights dim.

The people start cheering.

Tom leans over, and into my ear whispers, "Don't fall in love..."

He comes out onto the stage.

I get a kiss on my cheek, and another whisper; "Sorry if I do!"

And I am gone.

So runs the world away.

Just me and my smiling Josh Ritter.

Occasional (appreciated) interruptions from Thomas.

How I will miss you.

Come again soon.