Interesting past few days, in very nonmonumental ways.
For one thing, the weather has been astoundingly wonderful-I intend to spend at least one of my days off simply wandering around the city. The clouds moved faster than I'd ever seen the other day, it was beautiful. I often wonder....WHERE exactly is what I'm looking at in the sky? The far edge of that cloud....what is it directly over, how does it look to the people directly below it, how far in the sky can they see and what would their assumptions about HERE be from there? If I could stop time.....
As it was before, so long as I can see the Frost Tower....I can find my way home.
Or I can call a friend. Whichever.
On the bus downtown yesterday....a girl gets on from one of the school area stops....looks REALLY familiar, quite cute....cut the story down, it ends up being a girl I went to school with in Florida, circa 1998. Danielle. Got her a copy of The Hobbitt to read over one break (she'd just finished A Wrinkle In Time) and she returned it to me thinking it was MY copy that I loaned to her. I wonder if she still cries at any penetration? The conversation wasn't long. We never had much in common aside from hatred.
The OTHER person I ran into on the bus....a tall, thin, one armed man with a shaved head and aviator glasses......nah, couldn't be my old asshole customer nemesis from the days of running a Hollywood Video, there's LOTS of one armed people.....and then I hear him start talking. About living in Florida. But it was the WAY he spoke that gave it away, the pacing of his words and "mmkay?" and "awright?". "Mmkay?" would get used to finish a sentance, then "awright?" for the next two sentances, repeat. EVERY sentance.
Two Floridian familiars on one bus. Odd.
Not looking foreward to the drive back to Bumfuck, Louisiana in the coming weeks, but to see my long lost friend Austin it's worth it. I wish I'd listened to him, so many years ago....."Dude. Fuck the dream. For now! We can worry about that later. You need to step away from the Dark Side-lose the girl. She'll only break your heart anyway. You and me and Darren, man, think of the house and how awesome it'd be! Backroom as our studio, with our music and your car we'll have more girls than we know what to do with-just ditch the bitch! Once we're squared away on money, we can do our show...." That's a major fault of mine....I dream too big and won't settle for less. Of course, Hurricane Ivan would have destroyed our home and studio not terribly long afterwards anyway....
But which is more valuable? A home that I gave up eventually anyway, or the two best friends I gave up when I left?
There are those who want me dead....but they can't see that I'm already dead.
But oh, that magic feeling of no where to go.....
For one thing, the weather has been astoundingly wonderful-I intend to spend at least one of my days off simply wandering around the city. The clouds moved faster than I'd ever seen the other day, it was beautiful. I often wonder....WHERE exactly is what I'm looking at in the sky? The far edge of that cloud....what is it directly over, how does it look to the people directly below it, how far in the sky can they see and what would their assumptions about HERE be from there? If I could stop time.....
As it was before, so long as I can see the Frost Tower....I can find my way home.
Or I can call a friend. Whichever.
On the bus downtown yesterday....a girl gets on from one of the school area stops....looks REALLY familiar, quite cute....cut the story down, it ends up being a girl I went to school with in Florida, circa 1998. Danielle. Got her a copy of The Hobbitt to read over one break (she'd just finished A Wrinkle In Time) and she returned it to me thinking it was MY copy that I loaned to her. I wonder if she still cries at any penetration? The conversation wasn't long. We never had much in common aside from hatred.
The OTHER person I ran into on the bus....a tall, thin, one armed man with a shaved head and aviator glasses......nah, couldn't be my old asshole customer nemesis from the days of running a Hollywood Video, there's LOTS of one armed people.....and then I hear him start talking. About living in Florida. But it was the WAY he spoke that gave it away, the pacing of his words and "mmkay?" and "awright?". "Mmkay?" would get used to finish a sentance, then "awright?" for the next two sentances, repeat. EVERY sentance.
Two Floridian familiars on one bus. Odd.
Not looking foreward to the drive back to Bumfuck, Louisiana in the coming weeks, but to see my long lost friend Austin it's worth it. I wish I'd listened to him, so many years ago....."Dude. Fuck the dream. For now! We can worry about that later. You need to step away from the Dark Side-lose the girl. She'll only break your heart anyway. You and me and Darren, man, think of the house and how awesome it'd be! Backroom as our studio, with our music and your car we'll have more girls than we know what to do with-just ditch the bitch! Once we're squared away on money, we can do our show...." That's a major fault of mine....I dream too big and won't settle for less. Of course, Hurricane Ivan would have destroyed our home and studio not terribly long afterwards anyway....
But which is more valuable? A home that I gave up eventually anyway, or the two best friends I gave up when I left?
There are those who want me dead....but they can't see that I'm already dead.
But oh, that magic feeling of no where to go.....
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fredericka:
well, I figured I'd be generous...I felt pretty hot last night, so...=)
shesinparties:
yeah, i really want this tattoo........