poetry in commotion...

sick

 My first day back at work this week and I was sick.  SICK.  ME!  I was well and truly under the weather.

"Oh you poor thing" Simone cooed sympathetically, flittering around me, her eyes wide open as if amazed I had not dropped dead on the floor already.  She made me green tea and periodically checked to see if I was feeling better.  I could always count on Simone to play mother and make a fuss of me.  It's one of the things I find most attractive about her, besides being pretty, blonde and single.  Freud is turning in his grave with ecstasy. 

Fucked up Oedipal psychoanalysis aside, it did make me feel much better having Simone lavish attention on me.  I guess I never grew out of being made a fuss of, but then again when you have both parents who were each only one of 9 or 10 siblings, a certain emotional distance can be expected in their parenting, as it is almost certain that they too did not receive the same attention for which I so desperately crave.  I say with all seriousness that I would enjoy every scrap of attention I get, no matter how small the injury (up to and including papercuts). 

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am all for being made a fuss of!

Anyway! Went to the Architecture in Helsinki concert last night, held at the Bakery on James St.  The opening act was a one man musical act named Yacht(?), whose repetitive beats and Napoleon Dynamite-esque convulsive fits ('dancing') served to underscore what was a relatively weird concert.  While most bands play a set mainly consisting of their previous album+ hits, with a few new songs as a teaser, AiH chose to do the opposite, selecting an eclectic mix of songs and covers that varied wildly, creating a rather discordant feel to the concert which robbed it of musical flow. Still, the guys with me (Dom/Dan/Brendan) all liked it, which was a relief as I didn't want to drag them to a concert to find out they hate the music (ala The Cops...). I enjoyed myself and have been breaking up my normal routine, so all up a success.  Another penny in the jar..

Anyway, I know I've been sounding a little Negative Nancy recently, but I would like to stress that I am very cute and cuddly in real life.  Here's a photo from my birthday dinner to illustrate (more when I have the bandwidth)

P.S - which one of you fuckers took a photo of your scotum on my camera.  I know it's a white guy

posted by jaseypoo! @ 9:03 PM