Sordid
The legacy of James - drum n bass, mad electronica.
This week has been tiring. I don't know why. Not that much has been done. Monday... no, Tuesday... no, Wednesday... definitely no, Thursday.. Well, went to Norwich on Thursday night to see TMA and other bands, so am shattered from that still, Friday... nothing, Saturday - shopped, painted the bathroom, went out for a really really brief drink with Sam.
All been a bit stressful though, I feel the need to go and flop out on James' bed or something equally as stupid and homely to me. Not because of the times spent there, just because it's kind of the place I assosciate with myself over the last two years and ultimately that sort of memory doesn't just extinguish itself once you meet someone else. But, babbling continued, I do feel the need to just go crash out on his bed and get annoyed by his lack of curtains etc, and end up falling down the side as always, half stuck between his mattress and the wall. So many mornings I've woken up there that I'm always shocked when I find that I'm secure in my bed with no hope of getting crushed between the wall and mattress in my room. There's nothing like actually waking up on the wrong side (errrr, plane (lets see, horizontal vs vertical?!)) of the bed and not being able to stop laughing about it. So yes, we've established that Mr Maddison's bed is home. Sods law, heh.
Seeing him in London at the end of this month would be cool, I miss those qualities like his height, and his grin when he starts quoting Bill Hicks (the ever-occuring occurance), his morning look, his joints and the cooking, the conversations about his arms, the mad cheekyness that you have to assosciate with him when you see him for the first time in months that you forgot about last time you saw him. He's such a great guy, despite all that happened over the summer and yeah that hurts and I'm still weary about it and not at all trusting, but as a friend he's very very cool indeed.
Enough of that.
I found an old email off Joe, from just over a year ago, with the I Will Survive lyrics. Strange reading it! How much is it possible to miss a personal? Well here's an example - take my friendship with joe, minus joe, that's how much. You've still got the strength of that friendship, but it's converted into missingness.
I can't think of anything to say now. Really should get on with some work and go sort out the bathroom so I can have a shower. Hmmm.
x
This week has been tiring. I don't know why. Not that much has been done. Monday... no, Tuesday... no, Wednesday... definitely no, Thursday.. Well, went to Norwich on Thursday night to see TMA and other bands, so am shattered from that still, Friday... nothing, Saturday - shopped, painted the bathroom, went out for a really really brief drink with Sam.
All been a bit stressful though, I feel the need to go and flop out on James' bed or something equally as stupid and homely to me. Not because of the times spent there, just because it's kind of the place I assosciate with myself over the last two years and ultimately that sort of memory doesn't just extinguish itself once you meet someone else. But, babbling continued, I do feel the need to just go crash out on his bed and get annoyed by his lack of curtains etc, and end up falling down the side as always, half stuck between his mattress and the wall. So many mornings I've woken up there that I'm always shocked when I find that I'm secure in my bed with no hope of getting crushed between the wall and mattress in my room. There's nothing like actually waking up on the wrong side (errrr, plane (lets see, horizontal vs vertical?!)) of the bed and not being able to stop laughing about it. So yes, we've established that Mr Maddison's bed is home. Sods law, heh.
Seeing him in London at the end of this month would be cool, I miss those qualities like his height, and his grin when he starts quoting Bill Hicks (the ever-occuring occurance), his morning look, his joints and the cooking, the conversations about his arms, the mad cheekyness that you have to assosciate with him when you see him for the first time in months that you forgot about last time you saw him. He's such a great guy, despite all that happened over the summer and yeah that hurts and I'm still weary about it and not at all trusting, but as a friend he's very very cool indeed.
Enough of that.
I found an old email off Joe, from just over a year ago, with the I Will Survive lyrics. Strange reading it! How much is it possible to miss a personal? Well here's an example - take my friendship with joe, minus joe, that's how much. You've still got the strength of that friendship, but it's converted into missingness.
I can't think of anything to say now. Really should get on with some work and go sort out the bathroom so I can have a shower. Hmmm.
x