Carrie, I am making a birdhouse

Once a few weeks back we were driving around, happy as can be, singing along to "Birdhouse In Your Soul". Then we pulled up behind a car in traffic and there was a birdhouse sitting sideways in the back window.

She had always predicted one big explosion.

Yesterday was a Space Mountain-type rollercoaster.

Stressing and wondering are counter-productive. Singing and shared moments work magic.

I'm learning lots about light now after having spent some time in the dark.

We went to Chop II for karaoke. My friend told the bartender that we had broken up. I felt sort of awful but admired her candor. I had been going to karaoke with my friend since the first night we met, over 5 weeks ago. We've probably been about 20-25 times. I had never sang before, mostly because my friend is a sensational vocalist and I was afraid of sucking hard. But since we were broken up and just friends, I felt less pressure and gave it a go. It felt good. I started with "Eleanor Put Your Boots On" followed by "Ever Fallen in Love", "Teenage Kicks", and "How Soon is Now". Two punk classics sandwiched by two ballads. All British bands, so she countered by singing all Portland bands. I was comfortable and had a blast. It was nice to just let go of worry and focus on having a fun time expressing myself. And it was awesome to dance again, I partly chose the Buzzcocks and Undertones because I needed so badly to dance to those tunes which I loved to play at Bottle Rocket. Of course it helped that the lyrics were appropriate for the way I was feeling.

We ended up watching Eternal Sunshine together.

Sometime later we found each other again.

Today was like nothing ever happened. We ate soup at the supermarket. I feel loose.

Job interview tomorrow morning.

Let's rebuild.