emilygee

The plan is fast and hard: make out of LA like a bandit whilst rubbing a bit of dirt in the eyes of my higher-ups. E-commerce is bringin' me down. Despite my plans to escape LA, I still find myself working until... well, it's 11:31PM right now. I'm as loyal as a golden retriever despite my desire to really stick it to these guys after three years of work.

John Prine has been my saving grace lately. What a fucking beautiful song this one is, no? It's on repeat, currently:

It got so hot, last night, I swear
You couldn't hardly breathe
Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol
I sat on the porch without my shoes
And I watched the cars roll by
As the headlights raced
To the corner of the kitchen wall.

My God! I cried, it's so hot inside
You could die in the living room
Take the fan from the window
Prop the door back with a broom
The cuckoo clock has died of shock
And the windows feel no pane
The air's as still
As the throttle on a funeral train.

My father died on the porch outside
On an August afternoon
I sipped bourbon and cried
With a friend by the light of the moon
So its hurry! hurry! Step right up
It's a matter of life or death
The sun is going down
And the moon is just holding its breath.

I said GOD DAMN. Good ol' Iowa... here I come. Kicking and screaming.