What a difference a week makes kids.

Soon after that last post there was some more SMSing, a little bit of phonecalling, and then just like magic we were "on a break". I don't think I've ever done that before, but my inexperience didn't matter because immediately a weight was lifted from my stomach and my heart. Now a week later it's kind of strange to read that and try to understand how I got so unhappy. The last couple of days have been very surreal, I've been floating around, bouncing from place to place, eating great food, being with great people, getting drunk, bitten, danced, laughed, slept, laid around.. It's like I suddenly remembered how to live again, and isn't living fun.

Of course I can't take all of the credit for this, massive huge Jah love to Herr Rowley for throwing a party and having both wine and cheese. What a killer combination! Almost literally killer in my case - the huge bruise on my arm is only just fading, although that's more Lyd's fault than the wine.. Actually, she was wrapped around some of the wine at the time, which may be the reason she didn't realise how damn hard she was biting my arm! Argh.

From thence all of the credit for my life-surrealism goes squarely to fellow futon-actavist Rachel, who is currently at work. Poor thing.

Oh, last night Jade SMSd me to tell me that she didn't want to pick up the relationship when she gets back to Australia. To tell the truth I wasn't even particularly surprised or unhappy about it, the thing that made me saddest was to see just how fucked things can get in 3 months. Yep, 3 months today kids since she left. I look around my desk now and see photos, presents and other stuff from both of us seeming to say "we are in love, a year is nothing", but now 3 months on it has ended with a stunning anticlimax. 25¢ and 160 characters. I still love Jade, but at the moment the Jade I love is a figment of my imagination from 3 months ago, the real one seems to be a very different person. I'd like to meet this person in Italy to see just how different she is, I guess we'll have to see how that pans out.

In Much More Flippant News: Driver has a blog-but-don't-call-it-a-blog-ok?

05-02-2004
Hey, welcome to the new gayness of this site. As most of y'all know, I'm slogging my way through another book, and don't really have the patience to write long columns on a regular-enough basis to command anyone's attention, so I'm just gonna write a bunch of short shit in this spot on a semi-daily basis. I think this process has a name, but I prefer not to use it. I'd write more tonight, but I'm already two hours late to beers with the lads. And tomorrow, it's off to the Olympic Rainforest where The Girl will accommodate my "We have to do it in the woods at least once a month" New Year's resolution…the only resolution I've managed to keep. Not sure why it's so important, but I wrote it in blood on a Denny's menu, so I think that's sort of binding…

Oh. Something important - the Orb Gig is cancelled. Charles wrote about it here.

Now for some work. And some lunch. And some music.

/edit: Wow. Gabe has the same political alignment as I do!

welcome back to the men's club jaybee. i hereby present you with your customary jackie howe & emergency shower-ina-can.

Good to see you alive and well. Lots of love from carrot