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I fell asleep peacefully to the Dead Kennedys on the record player again last night, which seems unlikely, considering the genre of music, but if you only knew the history I have with the band and the previous sleep I've had while they've played for me, you'd understand.
It's been ages since I've gone to a show and been drunk and danced/jumped around...You know, let out that good old frustrated energy in my favorite way:live music that I feel through my whole body. I like to be touched physically by things that touch me emotionally...I guess there hasn't been much chance for that sort of thing, but that is why I am looking forward to April 7th. So there you have it. If you were wondering why I was looking forward to that day, there it is.
I also look forward to the Friday coming up. I like Ryan.
Jan bought marshmellows (marshmallows?) today to eat, and the smell of them filled my soul with pure happiness. It reminded me of that time on the bus. The one time on a random busride that I took by myself for no real reason that mattered to me. I blew bubbles as usual because the bus makes me feel sick and blowing bubbles makes that feeling go away. And so I assume that the connection is that there was a good day in my childhood in which mom was making rice crispy squares (which she did often) and I was blowing bubbles at her feet (I love my mom), mmmhmm, it might be far fetched, but I love it. I love what I felt when writing this paragraph, and now it's over. Story of my life.
I miss Robert.
It's been ages since I've gone to a show and been drunk and danced/jumped around...You know, let out that good old frustrated energy in my favorite way:live music that I feel through my whole body. I like to be touched physically by things that touch me emotionally...I guess there hasn't been much chance for that sort of thing, but that is why I am looking forward to April 7th. So there you have it. If you were wondering why I was looking forward to that day, there it is.
I also look forward to the Friday coming up. I like Ryan.
Jan bought marshmellows (marshmallows?) today to eat, and the smell of them filled my soul with pure happiness. It reminded me of that time on the bus. The one time on a random busride that I took by myself for no real reason that mattered to me. I blew bubbles as usual because the bus makes me feel sick and blowing bubbles makes that feeling go away. And so I assume that the connection is that there was a good day in my childhood in which mom was making rice crispy squares (which she did often) and I was blowing bubbles at her feet (I love my mom), mmmhmm, it might be far fetched, but I love it. I love what I felt when writing this paragraph, and now it's over. Story of my life.
I miss Robert.