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Victrola

Roll with it, baby

Since I had to go into work anyway, and since I'm feeling less well than yesterday, I decided to do as many little things as I could think of to pick myself up. It's not a long list, but I did get a haircut and am now enjoying a latté at Victrola. Got to catch up with Jen a bit; she's a peach. Funny how near-strangers feel like my friends, yet with my friends I feel like a stranger. I fear becoming my father.

Navel gazing time is over; I've got shit to do.

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I spent the night at the Hunters night before last, and I woke up to Diana Kraul (spelling?) on the CD. Hello! Love her!
Why do we not go to Jazz Alley? We should.
Funny how near-strangers feel like my friends, yet with my friends I feel like a stranger. I fear becoming my father.

it *is* funny, isn't it.
my father - whom i am only now working to become closer to - calls sometimes and says to me "i wish that we were closer."
sometimes i wait more for responses from some online "friends" than i pursue the counsel of (some) people near me. i thought about this too last night, we went to midnight worship on the college campus. asking god to make my heart his habitation more and more...

thanks for being one that i count as a friend. praying today that the father would draw near to you, empty, weak, and poor.
I'm returning that prayer for you today. How are you?
mmm...a victrola latte. Monsters need a trip to Seattle soon.
If I weren't convinced God's using you there, I wouldn't let you leave.

Maybe sometime you can come try Irwin's, too!