happiness in a cup of sunshine
*sigh*
Is there no one as beautiful, pure and yet dirtily youthful Romantic angsty as Jeff Buckley?
A clear phone line, sunshine on the window, a cup of Simpsons chicken and corn noodle soup, Getty, a warm solitary apartment, and Jeff on the stereo.
Ever since I left India, I've been searching for alphabet soup. It's a childhood thing, nothing fascinated or comforted me better. Found it once in the supermarket here, never seem to have found it again. What makes this particular soup Simpsons? Circle shaped noodles, all Os, apparently the D'oh. Which is a different kind of coolness from random alphabets floating in my soup because it's not just uber-Burroughs to swirl my spoon and see unconnected words form in my cup of sustenance. Here the only letter I have is O.
*sigh* My Newsies have shipped. I dreamt about them this morning, Jack Kelly and David Moscow Jacobs and totally seeing the slash between them. This is the uberconsumerist in me, huh? Five Bale movies stacked on top of the entertainment cabinet and I'm yearning for the one I don't have.
Actually. *she pauses* I do have it, on video. Well, there y'go.
it's you i've waited my life to see, it's you i've searched so hard for ... See, Jeffie knows.
There is nothing in my head. Can you tell?
Is there no one as beautiful, pure and yet dirtily youthful Romantic angsty as Jeff Buckley?
A clear phone line, sunshine on the window, a cup of Simpsons chicken and corn noodle soup, Getty, a warm solitary apartment, and Jeff on the stereo.
Ever since I left India, I've been searching for alphabet soup. It's a childhood thing, nothing fascinated or comforted me better. Found it once in the supermarket here, never seem to have found it again. What makes this particular soup Simpsons? Circle shaped noodles, all Os, apparently the D'oh. Which is a different kind of coolness from random alphabets floating in my soup because it's not just uber-Burroughs to swirl my spoon and see unconnected words form in my cup of sustenance. Here the only letter I have is O.
*sigh* My Newsies have shipped. I dreamt about them this morning, Jack Kelly and David Moscow Jacobs and totally seeing the slash between them. This is the uberconsumerist in me, huh? Five Bale movies stacked on top of the entertainment cabinet and I'm yearning for the one I don't have.
Actually. *she pauses* I do have it, on video. Well, there y'go.
it's you i've waited my life to see, it's you i've searched so hard for ... See, Jeffie knows.
There is nothing in my head. Can you tell?