Not so fucked off anymore - it's amazing what forty lengths of a swimming pool and a pot of rhubarb and vanilla yoghurt will do for your equilibrium.
Also today I fell asleep on my desk over a copy of James Gleick's Chaos: Making a New Science (1987). This has never happened before, though I'm not blaming Mr Gleick.
Following on from the Townes Van Zandt theme of my last post, here's some more:
'Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don't know the reason why
So I guess I'll keep gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die'
- Townes Van Zandt, 'Waiting Around to Die' (as covered by the Be Good Tanyas)
Chapeau, Mr Van Zandt, chapeau.
Here's a pretender to his crown:
'Man needs something he can hold on to
Nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do'
- Ray Lamontagne, 'Jolene'
These lyrics reminds me of my rugged friends sicpowered and heyokasan
While I'm on the subject, go check out Eireann's latest journal, why don't you? Girl's a poet, y'all.
There is a spider crawling around on my laptop. Hello, Mr Spider.
[and I'm not even drunk, in case you were going to ask, AverageGroupie ]
Also today I fell asleep on my desk over a copy of James Gleick's Chaos: Making a New Science (1987). This has never happened before, though I'm not blaming Mr Gleick.
Following on from the Townes Van Zandt theme of my last post, here's some more:
'Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I don't know the reason why
So I guess I'll keep gamblin'
Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just waitin' around to die'
- Townes Van Zandt, 'Waiting Around to Die' (as covered by the Be Good Tanyas)
Chapeau, Mr Van Zandt, chapeau.
Here's a pretender to his crown:
'Man needs something he can hold on to
Nine-pound hammer or a woman like you
Either one of them things will do'
- Ray Lamontagne, 'Jolene'
These lyrics reminds me of my rugged friends sicpowered and heyokasan
While I'm on the subject, go check out Eireann's latest journal, why don't you? Girl's a poet, y'all.
There is a spider crawling around on my laptop. Hello, Mr Spider.
[and I'm not even drunk, in case you were going to ask, AverageGroupie ]
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Not so fucked off anymore
I LOVE it. I love these British phrases.
Eh I'm not so fucked off anymore either. I got dumped sort of, this is a long story I would never say here. Little Miss feels shafted but whatevs.
I will be moving out of my crude and crazy basement!!! My biker wants it in trade for the cute room upstairs!!!! Oh Lord!!! A real girl's bedroom!! Plus it has a roof deck thing--not fancy but you can open the window and jsut get outside. O Lordy I can't wait. I know where I'll be during the rain!!!
So people suck is my verdict for today. TWATS!!! Men are TWATS!!! Not all, I know. But for today, some.
Be good.
I'm near gare de l'est. have lived all over, though. even did the obligatory month at shakespeare's