Let it rain ...

Canvassing isn't a pleasant thing ... whether it interrupts your hockey game or you're the one that has to do the interrupting. And, dangit, it was cold out there tonight. I knocked on about forty houses, and got a single lead ... and felt guilty every time.

I actually saw this sign in someone's window:

It is illegal for peddlers,
vagrants, (something) musicians,
and females of doubtful persuasion
to enter these premises.

... So ... gigolos are okay, then?

I feel like I should be writing more ... I feel like should update on my job and my life and other little details, like how my family is so vehemently (well ... not vehement, per se, but my grandma made this face as if she'd tasted paint thinner) against me getting a tattoo (I won't mention the certificate I won, nor how I won it, then ...), but I feel too ... cozy right now.

Some people that I read here ... they can really make me smile, no matter what they write, or who for. Some make me want to hug them and make them tea and make sure that everything will be okay. Some I just want to snag for a beer or a movie, so there can be a time for just fun.

I might not be around AIM all that much in the near future, but I'll still be here in the evenings. If anyone wants to call me or set a chat time, email me and I'll look forward to it.

I'll be around.