Field Trip

I am feeling restless today. A ride in the car with cool weather, pretty clouds and a friendly, non-scorching sun make me yearn for a landscape free of concrete and noise...even free of my car ride itself. But lunch only lasts so long and it's back to work. A slight reprieve in my misery will come soon when I have to leave for a meeting in Orland. Gotta make sure suckas check they asses and not fuck up my dept.

But back to raggae.

"Raggae?", you ask. Yes, that's what I would be listening to as I lie on the beach in Hawaii or jamaica or whatever place better than here. Maybe it would be Dashboard Confessional's "A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar" instead. Some of the songs on that disc make me think of a cool breeze on a sunny beach. Some make me immeasurably sad. That kind of sadness that is melancholy and happy and yearning and desperate. Ahhh, to revel in the events of someone else's life. Is there anything more sad?

"Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, always remember..."

"...And you kissed me like you meant it / And I knew / That you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it..."


Ever hear a song you wished you'd written? Ever hear one that depicts a moment you will NEVER have?....

Well, off to my meeting..