Funny hockey game yesterday. Took Team USA half a game to realize that there was indeed a game on. And there was a few fights (Lemieux fought!), which I had never seen happened in an international contest.
Something had to give: either my knees and heels gave way or I had to spend $150 for a pair of running shoes. I still feel ambivalent about that, seeing that they are now the most expensive pair of shoes I've ever had the pleasure to pay for. On the other hand, I was getting annoyed at waking up with cramps in my lower legs. Teach me to run 5 miles every (word) day. Still, if I don't work out, I feel like a zombie all day long. If you would have told me a few years ago that I would be working out 5 days a week, I would have rolled my eyes. I guess I'm slowly turning into an adult (and that is really scary...)
Very, very excited about the line-up of the Pop Montreal
festival. Not only is Mission of Burma playing, but the opening act (Read Yellow
) sounds brilliant as well (yeah, that ain't their website... it seems to be down). They remind me a bit of At the Drive In, which can only be a good thing in my book. A lot of other good acts are lined up, like Controller.Controller, the Weakerthans, the Black Keys, Franz Ferdinand, We Are Wolves and much more. Definitively will be catching waaaay too many shows during that little fest...
This is a fairly old one. Read into it whatever you want... K
I found strands of your hair
on my pillow when I woke
and proceeded to read them
like the lines in your hands,
like the lines of a page,
to try and find out
what you meant
when you looked at me
"I love to be with you."
I picked them, carefully, from the pillow
and tied a knot in each of them
to remind me of your face, your laugh
of the warmth of your body.