Communication Breakdown

So... what brings me back to this, then? A little nostalgia trip? An itch incurred by the recent landmark of 3 years passing since my move here? Plain old shits 'n' giggles? A mix of them all, maybe.

I was once accused of writing this journal as a way of pandering to friends and acquaintances, that I played it up for an audience. Looking back, I'd say that accusation was right on the nose. Why else keep a public journal on an internet forum frequented by a large group of people you knew for sure were going to read it? It's sad, really, but then again I do load up Alternative Nation (and various other places I have random blog entries) and read up on some of the shenanigans I used to get involved in. It's a good reminder to have when you're pushing 30 and starting to lose your memory from old age. I guess I'm hoping some of my old friends will see this and get up-to-date with what I'm up to these days (God knows I'm no use at actually picking up the phone and telling them), but from what I can see not many of my old pals hang around the forum anymore, either that or they've all changed their screen names. I think it's more likely to be the former. So here I am, just writing. A whole lot has happened in the past year (if not the two years preceding it), so I'm here before I forget.

Anyway, to the point. I never was very good at getting to the point on this thing.

I'd like to say I'm the same old me, but I never can quite be so sure anymore... my life now compared to then is like night and day. Now I'm a husband, a parent, a homeowner with two cars in the driveway and two pet cats to call my own. I live in a cozy little townhouse out in the quiet suburbs of Whitby, Ontario, with the only 'city living' I do being coming into Toronto every day to do my job, which I promptly go home to Whitby from every day at knocking off time. The last 'big night out' I had was a couple of weeks ago, when Janette and I got dressed up and came downtown to see Phantom of the Opera (got her a couple of tickets for Christmas), ironically the same night of the year I'd previously be in Glasgow drinking Guinness and rocking out with Stiff Little Fingers (St. Patrick's day, of course). The last drink I had was when my department at work went out for a steak earlier in the month, and at that I only had a couple of pints because I had to pick my car up from the station.

Oh, dear. It sounds like I'm being all 'emo' about my life in 2007. Not at all. Look at me, I'm all grown up now. Just like I should be. It's just different now. Different, and dare I say it, predictable and boring. Yeah, I've gotten quite predictable and boring in my old age. It's strangely comforting.

I am writing this at work, and the job I have doesn't give me nearly as much free time to slack off as I used to have, so I should wrap up for now with the intention of coming back later.

Anyone reading this that knows me, say hi. I still love you. I hope you still love me. I just suck, that's all.