I'm having one of those weeks. Emotionally out there. Wibbly. Tired. But there are still things that make it better.
Having a man who understands my fits of temper and will fix my new ink pens.
Seeing a muddy lamb frolicking all alone in the sun.
My big purple purse.
My playlist for the commute today:
Sliver-NIrvana
In Bloom- Nirvana
Black #1- Type O Negative
Dirty- Pitbull
Nasty- Pitbull
Patiently Waiting- 50 Cent (and only for a single line in teh song, he says "I'll break your face" through clenched teeth and it makes my girl parts tingle)
Slit my Wrist- MurderDolls-
Pensacola- Joan Osborne (I think I spelled her name wrong)
Fellow bookish types on the bus who will look at what I'm reading, givw the nod and leave me the fuck aloen.
Mike fixing my headphones.
Remembering my notebook.
Having the cute girl at the gas station holler (she is cute but really loud) "That lip ring is SO cool" followed quickly by "Oh my GOD you're 30, I'm 30 wait you look like 18 that's SO cool"
Not missing my bus.
Made my walk in about 7 minutes even though I had to take the long way.
BANG! BY Rollins
Margaret Cho
That doesn't make it all better or even remotelyf ucking okay but it helps.
I'm still feeling kind of woo in the soul and am probably going to transcribe some new poetry tonight. Probably write some I've had one in my head since last night.
Going to get a refund on one of the books I bought.
Send thank you card.
Try not to yell at anyone or myself.
Maybe later some book talk. I have a burning need to discuss the book
"Underworld." Check the link there will be a quiz.