March 17, 2007 (idea)

OK, you know what? Enough of the angst. No, it's not like the old E2. But is your life the same as it was five, six years ago? Friends move away, people die, new people come in, folks change jobs. Life goes on. I mean, hell, it's been five years since wharfinger was on.

In the time I've been here, all the way back to January of 2001 when I was Alias Mother Jonez I've:

• lost my virginity
• graduated college
• met one of my favorite songwriters
• got to ask They Might Be Giants what their hardest job was (writing music for Malcolm in the Middle)
• had three boyfriends
• had two pregnancy scares, one of which had me taking the morning after pill
• had four five jobs
• had five addresses (a coincidence)
• gone to the UK twice
• been abducted, robbed, and sexually assaulted
• had two nervous breakdowns
• and a panic attack that landed me in the hospital
• considered suicide several times, but was smart enough to flush the pills and stop hanging around bridges and platforms
• started a successful website
• dropped out of grad school twice.
• seen two psychiatrists
• been on several different medications--I think I've hit the right one now.
• seen a lot of movies
• broken my foot
• Performed LIVE DRUID RITUAL
• run around naked at Ridley Creek Park
• have a couple of plays performed in the Philly Fringe Festival
• worked in a library, where I decided to educate myself on all manner of obscure subjects
• lost a lot friends
• gained other ones
• got married
• watched a lot of people die on tv
• been to the friends' funerals
• protested the war
• brewed my own alcohol
• found out my memory loss episodes are petit mal seizures caused by a series of head traumas when I was a kid--woohoo! not only am I depressed and have panic attacks, but I'm epileptic too!

Life goes on. It always goes on, even without you. Even without E2. Is it different? Yeah. But so am I. So are you. Nostalgia is a killer. Believe me, I know.

For all the bullshit I've pulled, I still do like E2. I'm still writing, even if slowly and more cautiously. Part of that is age, and part of that is just life.

Like panamaus above says, E2 is people. I've met some amazing people; I even dated an amazing person, and I wish he could read this to know I don't hate him, and I hope he's happy. E2 is hard to define--we keep trying to. And we can't. And that's OK.

Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can combine anything you want
I'll be around
You were right about the stars
Each one is a setting sun