bathtub gin

Here comes the joker
with his silly grin
he carries a martini
made of bathtub gin

Wendy's on the windowsill
Waiting to be let in
And were all in the bathtub now
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The Joker
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making bathtub gin:

the joker
31, Pisces
Denver, CO

Windowsill Wendy
is enjoying:

Banquet Beer.

Wilco: Sky Blue Sky

Cassis Rose = Yum

windowsill wendy
29, Capricorn
Denver, CO

"Music is a spiritual expression of what's in your heart. Music as a way of getting rich is a pretty new thing, and I often wonder if the mega-bucks glitzy atmosphere is making the quality of music suffer. You have to work really hard to get around that and remember why you're in it in the first place: because you have to be. It's like an addiction. You can't go a day without picking up your guitar. To me, the only commercial goals that are really valid are, 'Boy, I wish I didn't have to go to work. I wish I could do this all the time."
-Trey Anastasio

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-Jon Fishman

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Approaching the One-Year Mark

posted 12:52 PM by Windowsill Wendy

I can't really wrap my brain around it, but I've been in Colorado for almost a year. Ten months and some change, really. I was thinking this morning about where I was a year ago, and what was going on in my life. Standing where I am now, it's pretty amazing to think about just how much water has passed under the bridge.

Last year at this time, the shit was just hitting the fan with The Boy. I was realizing things about him that I didn't want to see - hoped to ignore and they'd get better or go away. It was the beginning of the end, as it were.

I had just begun to entertain the idea of transferring to Denver for the job I have now. It was scary to even think about uprooting and moving out here, but I knew immediately when the opportunity presented itself that I was ready to leave Dallas.

Sometimes, ten or twelve months after the fact, I still can't believe I did it. I really changed many, many things about my life. New city. New state. New job. New life. No boyfriend. No roots. No ties. No obligations. Some of it has been really, really scary. Some of it has been wonderfully liberating. Some of it has been a whole lot of fun. Overall, I think I've made the right decisions.

I've survived:

Nothing that's the end of the world for anyone, but there for a while, it all seemed to pile up at once. I think it's all going to be OK now. I'm feeling pretty settled, pretty balanced and pretty happy over all.



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