Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

Yesterday i woke and decided to get settled.. get centered... get involved.
And thus after an hour or two kicking shit around in my room, a quick shower led me to the leann chin of last summer, (terriyaki shrimp, lemon chicken over white rice)
and on to the stores.
but first let me confess, before shower i was checking myself in the mirror, feeling i could manage to drop 10 lbs to find a better mirror image, and then wandering through my mothers room, i checked the scale and was suprised to find a lean 150 lb boy... the number made me happy, and that makes me sad.
Its good though, cuz im gonna gain about 15 y the end of the summer, since i dont walk anymore and continue to eat like shit.
anyway...
target found me
* earrings (which i havent unpacked from last semester)
* deoderant (since the shitty polish fem stuff is wearing off)
* a belt (you know the old shit is played out)
* new shoes (15$ need a color job)
* socks (always needed)
* 2 cds (pearl jam, and arctic monkeys)
* CDRs (so i can burn pics, and make cds for my step brothers, so as not to deprive them of my beautiful music collection, while protecting my beautiful music collection
* a watch and some art supplies

I drove across town, 94, still adjusting to driving after 6 months, chasing a dog sticking his head out the window with my camera (a dangerous game amongst traffic)
and never got the perfect shot.

I need an oil change before i run out of money.

I headed for ridgedale, and hit up cd warehouse for nada, and shinders the same.
But blicks found me with canvases, paints, pads and pencils.
Im hoping to work some oil pants on tile, but i gotta get the tiles.
then for barnes and noble to spend a gift card, a book on schiele.
best buy, another gift card, checking out ipods (too expensive) car cd players (too expensive)
2 cds. P.O.S cuz becky kept saying it was great, and the new soul position, cuz they aint let me down yet.

i was late to meet illy at caribou, but didnt realize till halfway that my car clock was off an hour.
I met her at her pop's house and listened to her vent about her fam, while cleaning out her brother's car (which she is using for the summer, while he is at camp with ben cohen!)
anywho... we checked out her set up in the basement, which was pretty nice, but she complained about the cabinets and said she just wanted open faced shelves, and with an observation I said "screw driver" and we planned a new project. She is giving me the cabinet doors which im gonna paint on, and i told her if she ever asks for them back they will be all colorful and she said perfect.

her moms is selling her place, the house they lived in since young, right next to my childhood friend luke(who has moved back in to his rent's house with his fiance, while looking for a cheap house in park)
illy's mom has taken in a blind old dark lab whos fat as hell, but friendly too.
i took him for a walk, snapping away so he could follow.
illy takes after her mom, though she hates it, and never allows herself more than a day off. She comes home to her brother graduating highschool and leaving for camp, her mom with stress induced shingles, her dad trying to give her curfews when shes 21 and been living on her on for a year in a foreign nation.
shes got two jobs already and will start babysitting soon.
her brother needs help figuring out how he is gonna get to school...
after hours - we head back, i eat wendys and take off cabinets, as she takes stuff in to her dads house from her moms, and we complain about the horrors of childhoos divorce -where each car trip makes it all just a little more bitter.

we pick up young emily from caribou and meet cats at nick h's garage as is the custum when its warm. they are playing beer pong which means nothing has changed. nick and foulkes work at a liquor store/deli on france, they are winning.
the highlights of the night are each of us boys hopping in to his mom's garage sale clothes... sweaters and flower print shirts for posing for pictures.
and chelsea's announcement of the betrayal of peter's house which was sold to some meth heads... apparently an outrage, meanwhile me and foulkes who have lived there since we were 4 and 6 respectively conclude that it ought to be a party place and nothing has changed... chelsea (who lives 2 houses down, and has a history with crazy hipocritical bs) is quite defensive and doesnt understand why we wont agree that its scandalous forgetting that she is at thetime trying to sell 30 percocet (spelling?) and me and illy conclude (without chelsea's approval) that it is because the property values around the gold course will drop...
(later we find out her mom is selling her house too, and i think, what has happened to are beloved slp when all are rents have moved away?)

i come home at 12 and am extremely exhausted... but i wake up at 8:30 the glory of jetlag.


Conclusions for the day....
* not much has changed and probably never will...
* its hard to hit up the same old spots, the last time i was here i was in a relationship of two years, i wonder how my mom stayed in the same city
* if im not gonna have a job, i better have a fucking plan and some projects.
my mood has improved already just having some supplies


Schedule
lunch with my moms
gabs tonight
work for james in rochester thursday fri, sun
sat come home hang with illy and gabs
next week head to morris, a little more sure of myself and such