I'd come running to tie your shoes

May 19, 2006 19:14

I dreamt that I was hanging out with a ten year old boy who refused to take piano lessons in spite of his parents' pushes. He played for me. He was good. He said he knew he was good, and that embarassed him because he didn't want to be noticed, especially not because of something that he didn't do on purpose. He was just born that way and that's not really anything to be noticed for, he said. Somehow we got to talking, and I insisted that he keep playing and even take lessons. Then I told him that he might one day invent a new corduroy-- the best kind of corduroy in the world-- and it would change all of American culture. I don't think he ever changed his mind. I didn't sleep long enough to find out, because the ceiling of my apartment started dripping on my forehead.

Today I put someone's cat in a box. He was sad about it, so I cried a little to show him that I was sad about it too.

I miss everyone the most when I get on the internet. "Frenzer" (a new term coined by Mrs. (not Ms.) Hudson to mean any or all internet communities) upsets me. I don't want to see new images of my old friends, I don't want to see that they have new interests, and I cannot bear to imagine that anyone could have a new favorite quote without me there to speakith it.

Kyle is waiting for me at Kaleena's work-place. I hope it rains on my way there, and I hope that he ordered the right salad for me. I also hope he will buy me a whiskey and ginger ale with two cherries.

JM
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