Saturday, September 30, 2006

Between The Bars

Saturday, September 23, 2006

The Hand That Feeds

I've had a very weird relationship with my friends over the years. I 've come out before and said that I pride myself on being there for any one of my friends when and whenever they need me. I love my friends and would do anything for them. Period.

So when I get a phone call from my life mate at 2:00 am and hear her crying, I don't care where I am or if I'm mad at her, I'm on my way to see her in 2 seconds flat. When I'm sitting and having coffee with another friend and she breaks down and confides in me that she may or may not have cervical cancer and it may or may not have spread throughout her body, I am with her to talk about it and with her when she goes to the doctor. I'm also there to drive a friend to court because he got drunk and stupid and I'm there to talk to him when his girlfriend dumps him.

People, for some stupid reason, open up to me and confide in me. I'm not complaining at all, it is, in the end, what I want. I want to be a good friend and I want the people I love to know that they can open up about anything with me.

Now with that said, I have the complete inability to open up to anyone. Sure if people ask about certain subjects I'll answer, but I'll answer just enough to give them what they want to hear. Some people hear more and know more about me than others, but even my life mate doesn't get everything out of me. I can't talk to her about a lot of things I want to talk about. I don't know why, I mean, I want to. It's, well, weird.

Instead of opening up and talking about what's bothering me, I avoid problems and avoid talking about anything. I put on the happy face and go about having fun and hanging out with people removed from the situation. Lately, it's starting to take a turn for the worse though. What started with a couple of text messages received while sitting on a hotel bed has turned into a full blown issue.

I've long been wary of alcohol. I'm the only guy I know that takes months off from drinking anything at all to cleanse the body and keep check on the habit. About 2/3 months ago I figured I'd quit for good. No drinking, save for a glass of wine or beer over dinner or conversation. Yet, with those text messages, I've fallen right back into drinking. Though this time, I haven't been drinking for fun. I've been turning into a person I'm relating to Chan Marshall. I don't drink every day like her and, unlike her, I understand why I'm doing it. But I am still sitting here refusing to talk and open up to people, and I am sitting and writing for hours and hours. I am going out pretending everything is okay. It's not.

I'm sorry this is so disjointed and misplaced, so I'm going to cut off this stream of consciousness before I piss myself off.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

What's Bad?/ We'll Fix it

What's Wrong?/ We'll make it alright

It's gone/ We'll find it

Takes so long/ We've got time,

All the time.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006


Drink up, baby

Look at the stars.

I'll kiss you again,

between the bars.

- Elliot Smith

Geoff is sorry.

(Ps - Today is Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arrr. Blah)

Monday, September 11, 2006


Life mates went to Seattle.

We missed the intended concert, but an amazing time was had. It's funny, the only pictures taken were in the car and in the hotel room. We are going back in October, so expect more next time.

And yes, the pictures seem pretty repetitive. This is Geoff not caring.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Only Skin

If you have had the pleasure of spending any time talking with me, I've probably referred to the greatest human being to ever walk the face of the earth. Me. Now, I'm not above self promotion or masturbation. I'm definitely not above masturbation.

However, even I have to look at myself and see faults. Dents in the armor if you will. You see, I'm just too fucking perfect and it's not right. I am too perfect that it is a bad thing for the rest of the world. And this, citizens, is the reason for the scattered posting of the past two weeks. I've been trying to let people down and prove to myself that I'm not as good as I think I am. To be honest, I failed at failing.

We Built Another World

The long awaited, long overdue Wolf Parade concert Pics. Enjoy.

Jennine And Myself (Winner of the most flattering picture ever award)

Monday, September 04, 2006

Good Bye

Well, hopefully it's not good by and just "see ya later."

Today my baby sister left. On an airplane over the sea. Return date? Unknown. She's gone and I'll miss her more than I think even I could imagine. But if anyone asks, this post doesn't exist and I'm happy she's gone. Yeah, that's it. Happy...

I promise, I'll post more often and post what I've already said I'll post. I'm busy. Tired. Sick.