a heart that hurts is a heart that works
had two dreams, one very upsetting. In real life, i like to play with my cat tabitha, by picking her up and balancing her on my head and then getting her to climb down via my back and other such girl/cat gymnastic feats. Well in my dream I was at home in my parents kitchen and tabs and I were playing this but her tail somehow got caught in my belt loop at the back and she got trapped and we finally managed to set her free her tail had come off and then she was lying on the floor and she died and my mum said "youve killed her" and I said something like "no, I maybe caused the events that led up to her death but I didnt kill her" and I was distraught.
the other dream involved me stealing a girl away from chris (something we have joked about as i seriously fear our identical taste in women is gonna bring us to blows sooner or later). In this dream he liked this girl with long dark hair and a fringe, quite indie. And I saw her in the street, going into a secondhand bookshop. I wanted to engineer a meeting, so a few minutes later I went into the shop after her and started browsing and told myself if I was asked what I was looking for I would say a copy of virginia wolf's "orlando". It was one of those tiny old bookshops piled high with books where there isnt much space, and she was sat down on a sofa near a coffee table and I tried to nonchalantly squeeze past her but lost my balance and tripped and kinda landed on the sofa next to her and got really embarassed. But then I saw she was reading "the little prince" (one of my favourite books, but she was reading a disappointing edition, one of the newer editions with a crappy font for the title rather than one of the nicer older editions) so I said "hey thats one of my favourite books, do you like it?" and she said she'd just started it and so I gave this really intelligent spiel about why i liked it so much and I was really eloquent and I think she was impressed. And she told me her name, but I can't remember what it was, I think it may have been fiona or louise or something, I guess it doesnt matter as it was just a name plucked form my sunconscious. And we carried on chatting and I invited her to see my band the following week, but couldnt find a flier, so wrote out all the information on to a piece of paper for her, but then realised i had fliers in my handbag anyway. She seemed interested so I said I would see her at the gig and left the bookshop.
Incicdently, we do actually have a gig next week. 30th may at the packhorse, so if you've had it with sleater kinney, come along.
the other dream involved me stealing a girl away from chris (something we have joked about as i seriously fear our identical taste in women is gonna bring us to blows sooner or later). In this dream he liked this girl with long dark hair and a fringe, quite indie. And I saw her in the street, going into a secondhand bookshop. I wanted to engineer a meeting, so a few minutes later I went into the shop after her and started browsing and told myself if I was asked what I was looking for I would say a copy of virginia wolf's "orlando". It was one of those tiny old bookshops piled high with books where there isnt much space, and she was sat down on a sofa near a coffee table and I tried to nonchalantly squeeze past her but lost my balance and tripped and kinda landed on the sofa next to her and got really embarassed. But then I saw she was reading "the little prince" (one of my favourite books, but she was reading a disappointing edition, one of the newer editions with a crappy font for the title rather than one of the nicer older editions) so I said "hey thats one of my favourite books, do you like it?" and she said she'd just started it and so I gave this really intelligent spiel about why i liked it so much and I was really eloquent and I think she was impressed. And she told me her name, but I can't remember what it was, I think it may have been fiona or louise or something, I guess it doesnt matter as it was just a name plucked form my sunconscious. And we carried on chatting and I invited her to see my band the following week, but couldnt find a flier, so wrote out all the information on to a piece of paper for her, but then realised i had fliers in my handbag anyway. She seemed interested so I said I would see her at the gig and left the bookshop.
Incicdently, we do actually have a gig next week. 30th may at the packhorse, so if you've had it with sleater kinney, come along.