and when you look at me its as if you can see right through me

[fiftyftqueeny]

ok so i dont have my drivers license. its been suspended because i got a dui blahblahblah. i havent driven in months because ive been too scared, my car is pretty recognizable. paintings, bumper stickers, dents, plus its a huge honking boat with couches as seats. right, so i start up my beast (her names angie)... and my frickin cd player isnt working. whoever wired the goddamn thing wired it into the cigarette lighter fuse, which youre supposed to wire it into the existing radio fuse thingy. well every so often, maybe once a year, the cigarette light fuse blows. i was all ready to go to AA and my cd player dosent work. im so pissed off i skip AA and go to my mechanic who is this really cool guy named Eric. hes hooked me up in the past blah blah. i walk in hes workin on a car i glance to my left and theres all this pottery equipment, potters wheels, a huge kiln, and glazed pots. i loved pottery class in high school. blah. well yeah so he fixes it for free and im trying to think of some kind of barter system and i open my trunk and find a bunch of old paintings that i forgot about and gave him an abstract pop artsy portrait of some girl named sofia. i felt good about myself and im prolly gonna ask him if i can use his potters wheel (and i totally just got a mental picture of the scene in ghost and itll be nothing remotly close, hes prolly around 40) right so i had a nice day driving around in my gas guzzler in lunchtime traffic listening to le tigre/L7, dead kennedys and the raveonettes.
and to top it off i played the Good Son by Nick Cave & the badseeds over and over while i cleaned my room
and the ol' glands are starting to shrink a little

naps/mac&cheese
jailhouse smile/ seaside eyes
glares pleading love/desire (esp cjb)
"im putting my hand on your knee"
"im kissing you all over"
"its too much like fate"