Bry: so how was your day?

PoeticaL: was great

PoeticaL: saw the band perform my stuff twice in one day

Bry: what all did you do?

PoeticaL: went to the taste of pinellas

PoeticaL: ate tons of food from the area

PoeticaL: it's like a festival and you buy tickets.....food tickets and then walk through booths redeeming tickets for food...you can try new and unusual stuff for fairly cheap

Bry: did you go shopping?

PoeticaL: yeah

Bry: buy new clothes?

PoeticaL: I bought a new shirt to wear tonight....and I bought a few other non-important things including a nice new bra

PoeticaL: and it's a good thing too cause it rained and i got wet and you could see my bra....so at least it was a pretty one

Bry: oh ok

PoeticaL: and then I went to Jannus Landing which I thought was a field...wrong

PoeticaL: it's like a stage they set up in the middle of the street.....a cool looking street too.....and it's outside and way nifty and I watched the Gin Blossoms and ya know what?

Bry: no i don't know what.....

PoeticaL: the Gin Blossoms....have great CD's....I have em all....I love em......but.....THEY SUCK IN CONCERT!!!!!

PoeticaL: the lead singer just stands there and sings like he's bored out of his mind with the whole deal

PoeticaL: therefore I was BORED

Bry: i see

PoeticaL: but the band....the guys....way kewl

PoeticaL: the place was packed.....

PoeticaL: they told the crowd what Pop a Pill was about and said "the lyricist....Kristy is in the crowd....where are ya....stand up and show the crowd who you are.....ahhh there she is.....give her a round of applause for this next kick ass song...it's hers!!!!" or something like that�

PoeticaL: all way kewlness

Bry: cool bejewel

PoeticaL: and they all signed his t-shirt and wrote stuff like "rock on Bucky" "party young bud!" and made him feel like a star....

PoeticaL: he's passed out

Bry: cool

PoeticaL: on his bed

PoeticaL: teehee

PoeticaL: he was the only kid there

Bry: sounds like you had a full day

PoeticaL: yeah.....my feet hurt

Bry: shoulda wore comfy walking shoes

PoeticaL: I was exhausted but I got rained on so I had to come home and shower and shampoo my sticky hair...and now I got a second wind

PoeticaL: I did

Bry: oh ok

PoeticaL: just a lot of walking

Bry: so why do your feet hurt?

Bry: sounds like you need better shoes

PoeticaL: sometimes even good walking shoes aren't enough

Bry: if you have the right ones they should be enough

PoeticaL: well...they weren't

Bry: hmmm

PoeticaL: yeah hmmmm

PoeticaL: I'm goin to see Foreigner tomorrow night

Bry: where at?

PoeticaL: at that taste of pinellas fair

PoeticaL: $3 per person to get in

PoeticaL: that's it

Bry: they still performing huh?

PoeticaL: I suppose so

PoeticaL: but no one seems to know if Lou Gramm will be there or what

Bry: hmmm

PoeticaL: yeah I'd like to know first...but no one knows

Bry: i'd think so....

PoeticaL: me too but I'll be pissed if not

PoeticaL: I just love his voice

PoeticaL: I cut my musical teeth on Foreigner

PoeticaL: I listened to Foreigner 4 til I was blue in the face

Bry: musical teeth? lol

PoeticaL: yup

PoeticaL: laugh if you must but Lou Gramm taught me what makes a good song good

PoeticaL: I totally miss the days of "keyboard" rock

Bry: what exactly is "keyboard rock"?

PoeticaL: Foreigner

Bry: they are the only example?

PoeticaL: um.....hmm....flock of seagulls

PoeticaL: asia

PoeticaL: alan parsons project

PoeticaL: all of em

Bry: what about pink floyd?

PoeticaL: *shrugs*

PoeticaL: I don't like them

PoeticaL: so I don't know

Bry: i see

PoeticaL: cept the song "wish you were here" i love that song

And simultaneously I talked to the infamous �him� �. (�him� Paisley�he went to see �him� Paisley alone and Linda is �his� new girlfriend and I finally don�t really give a rat�s ass about any of it except for a passing idle curiosity�)

�him�: how was your night

PoeticaL: awesome..thanks

�him�: i just got back

�him�: �him� put on a kewl show

�him�: Linda moped tonite and said gee i wish i knew you were going i would of gone with

PoeticaL: why didn't you invite her?

�him�: i asked her 2 weeks to check on the tickets

�him�: Shes home this week spending time with her kids

PoeticaL: who went with you?

�him�: this guy==========>ME

PoeticaL: alone?

�him�: ya

PoeticaL: with chicks flinging their hair in your face?

�him�: yep

PoeticaL: tsk tsk.....Linda needs talking to

�him�: her own fault

PoeticaL: yeah

PoeticaL: I agree

�him�: im tired everytime i look forward for a weekend its gets fucked up

�him�: this time it wasnt gonig to get fucked up

PoeticaL: true

PoeticaL: if you plan it yourself...

�him�: well i told her about 2 weeks ago

�him�: check on tickets and let me know how much

PoeticaL: that's what I did...I got all the tickets....I got all the info....

�him�: if she would of done that then i would gotten her a ticket and we would of stayed in myrtle beach tonite at a hotel

PoeticaL: why didn't she do it? do you know?

�him�: ya

�him�: i know

PoeticaL: kids?

�him�: her x husband has a big job in raleigh and told her she needs to watch the kids

�him�: she always lets other ppl fuck her over

�him�: i get sick of it

PoeticaL: sounds like it

�him�: im not holding my breathe

PoeticaL: I understand it in a way cause I used to be so much like that once....but I don't understand it cause she's been divorced long enough that.....it should be past that.

�him�: should be

�him�: but for 4 years shes been doing what everybody else says because its easier than to get into arguments

PoeticaL: what's her sign?

�him�: star sign

PoeticaL: yes

�him�: the middle finger what else

PoeticaL: lol

�him�: Cancer

�him�: cancers must be a bunch of pussies

PoeticaL: GEMINI & CANCER: - The Moon child is far too moody and sensitive for your fickle ways. You are not a homebody like the Crab. You have totally different interests then a Cancer.

�him�: bullsquash

PoeticaL: you need an aquarius

�him�: or libra

�him�: or gemini

PoeticaL: *shrugs*

PoeticaL: I dunno what you need

�Bucky� and �husband� are passed out�.I�m going to go pass out too!!!! Oh one last thing�they did my song �To have grew too old� and oddly enough Rob rearranged the song and it�s all slanted and strange and I dunno about it quite yet. I have mixed feelings but it�s a love song not a �I hate you and want a divorce song� like I intended at the time. (wrote while living in my apartment alone and angry) and it�s a juxtaposition that he changed it around to sing �to have and to hold, a love that never grows too old� and here I am and here we are back together at the concert tonight swaying to the song together.

God intervenes in mysterious ways. He asked me how I liked it�and to be honest�.I don�t know yet�..it�s like my idea is floating there somehow but I don�t know. I thing I�d say we co-wrote this one without ever being in the same room. I dunno�it�s not like Pop a Pill was. I guess every song is going to be different. Every writing project a new experience�.

-PoeticaL