the archer split the tree.
Life, truly, is good.
I don't know, things just sort of are... okay. Not perfect, but okay.
I'm looking forward to November.
But then again I'm also looking forward to the next time I can go to Cape May, my stuff to get from amazon (once I order it), when Ted and his entourage get here next week, when more Rebecca Taylor stuff gets in, the next time I can see Jeff and Taylor, the next time I can see my friends from SLC, and all of that stuff.
I'm looking forward to seeing Ted. I'm looking forward to having Maddy in New York again. Immensely.
Last night was... interesting. Got a coff o'cuppee at the Diner w/ everyone's favorite Comrade, and actually felt myself wake up while I was drinking it. Went to the Bayshore to see "The Island" - the ride was more fun because I was pretty sure Brendan was giving me bad directions and trying to get me lost while he made bad Breeders jokes. Listened to Guero, that album gets better everytime I hear it.
Lisa graduated today.
I didn't go to the beach -- went to Cape May and yeah, you know what happened there.
Took a walk tonight, got weird looks 'cause I looked AWESOME, came home, had couscous, watched "Daily Show" and that brings us back to do.
I want to write but I don't know what to write about. I've been talking a lot about the Heaven idea. I still don't know what to do with it.
My mom: I'm sorry it [the orange juice] is all pulpy.
Q: It's all right, I'm okay, how are you?
My mom rolls her eyes.
Q: I keep saying that around people at painfully appropriate times, no one ever gets it.
My mom: How many people do you know who listen to Graham Nash?
BEST VERSE EVER WRITTEN:
Serenade your angel with a lovesong from your eyes,
Grow a little taller; even though your age defies,
Feel a little smaller, and in stature you will rise,
A hobo or a poet must kill dragons for a bride;
And humble pie is always hard to swallow with your pride.
Blue: ...and then he asked if it was weird the two of them onstage, you know, 'cause they were a thing.
Pink: Really?
Blue: She fucked at least three quarters of CSNY.
Pink: Joni fucked Stills?
Blue: No, Crosby.
Pink: No.
Blue: Yeah, in the Neil Yong bio it talks about her producer getting a call from her saying "I'm fucking a Byrd."
Pink: What's that mean?
'Nite!
I don't know, things just sort of are... okay. Not perfect, but okay.
I'm looking forward to November.
But then again I'm also looking forward to the next time I can go to Cape May, my stuff to get from amazon (once I order it), when Ted and his entourage get here next week, when more Rebecca Taylor stuff gets in, the next time I can see Jeff and Taylor, the next time I can see my friends from SLC, and all of that stuff.
I'm looking forward to seeing Ted. I'm looking forward to having Maddy in New York again. Immensely.
Last night was... interesting. Got a coff o'cuppee at the Diner w/ everyone's favorite Comrade, and actually felt myself wake up while I was drinking it. Went to the Bayshore to see "The Island" - the ride was more fun because I was pretty sure Brendan was giving me bad directions and trying to get me lost while he made bad Breeders jokes. Listened to Guero, that album gets better everytime I hear it.
Lisa graduated today.
I didn't go to the beach -- went to Cape May and yeah, you know what happened there.
Took a walk tonight, got weird looks 'cause I looked AWESOME, came home, had couscous, watched "Daily Show" and that brings us back to do.
I want to write but I don't know what to write about. I've been talking a lot about the Heaven idea. I still don't know what to do with it.
My mom: I'm sorry it [the orange juice] is all pulpy.
Q: It's all right, I'm okay, how are you?
My mom rolls her eyes.
Q: I keep saying that around people at painfully appropriate times, no one ever gets it.
My mom: How many people do you know who listen to Graham Nash?
BEST VERSE EVER WRITTEN:
Serenade your angel with a lovesong from your eyes,
Grow a little taller; even though your age defies,
Feel a little smaller, and in stature you will rise,
A hobo or a poet must kill dragons for a bride;
And humble pie is always hard to swallow with your pride.
Blue: ...and then he asked if it was weird the two of them onstage, you know, 'cause they were a thing.
Pink: Really?
Blue: She fucked at least three quarters of CSNY.
Pink: Joni fucked Stills?
Blue: No, Crosby.
Pink: No.
Blue: Yeah, in the Neil Yong bio it talks about her producer getting a call from her saying "I'm fucking a Byrd."
Pink: What's that mean?
'Nite!