Sooner or later I find the time to resurrect this website; I spend 3 hours trying to figure out how to put Humpty Dumpty back together again and by the time the work is complete and I have to post, I’m out of words.

Jasmin and Peaches are so deep asleep behind my on my hand-me-down aging old floral couch that the squeeky, banjo picking hippie romp of Akron/Family hasn’t caused even a stir. I’m out of lime green coloured Naturally Flavoured Green Apple Sparkling Soda and obviously resorting to describing my surroundings. I forget how to blog.

It might be fun to do some music reviews in the future. In the new iPod liberated 60gb world of music I find myself in, I’ve managed to tear through the impressive selection of 2005 indie music and some of it is definately worth sharing.

Regardless of what the words say I think it’s very important to get them out. I sat watching the changing landscape of downtown Toronto through a car window yesterday thinking about writing and aging and how growing up I heard so many elders talk about the things they used to do when they were young. I believed I would never stop writing - yet at 26 I rarely write, and Wes seems to rarely play guitar, and Greg may rarely drum.

I’ve forgotten about the 3 part harmony.