i'm sick of the tv
i know...i know...that i didn't just hear lene lovich on a target commercial.
i'm sure i don't know why i think it matters anymore ... just friday i was waiting at a vietnamese cafe counter when i noticed that my most fiercely beloved friend of many teenage years [everything ruined forever by a post-adolescent dawson's-creek-ish romantic quandary] was one of only two other people across the room, + as i noticed that he was sitting alone + staring out the window in the awkward opposite direction, a twinkling vietgirl-karaoke version of 'it's my life' came on. + of course it took them five times longer to finish lemongrassing around than it normally does. excruciating. where are they, the people with pills, when you really do need them?
it's lunar fallout of some sort, i think. while waiting in yet another line today, a frightful beast of a man asked which part of europe i was from...not from europe? oh, have you been there? what did you do? where did you go? then: did you go alone, or were you with a group of hussies? travelling trollops? could barely stand to form vitriolic syllables to begin with, but i laughed + had to ask if he was drunk.