Listening to that Jesus and Mary Chain
Today my Lit prof said she was a radio DJ whose one stipulation was that the band needed at least one female. I love Cocteau Twins.
But yeah tonight, basically pretending my new bed is a time machine that had taken me back to the nineties and these aren't beats on my head but those old old old headphones no one liked to wear in public. I'm trying to start a new relationship and damn 'Love' had it so right it kills me. Literally, I've waited YEARS for an honest show about just TRYING to start a relationship that I can die, ergo it kills me.
Last night though, man, never thought it could have gotten that bad between W and I. W and her fairly dysfunctional friend were forty minutes late getting me from the train station, then didn't get any food but a bagel at a viewing of Dr. Strangelove which I would normally love under other circumstance but instead sat there, in the dim theater, staring at two couples in front of me cuddling and W sat next to me with her hands together like a nervous puritan, I mean Jesus, I asked you to a concert without conceits and you just keep pissing me off which now I think there's so much dignity in allowing yourself to be righteously pissed. So we get to the concert, and a bit late, and its the same story so I decide to get drunk and she's acting distant and I can't stand that (Damn, Darklands is a fine album, fitting even) and yeah, I'll admit I tried a few times to put my hand somewhere on her but nope.
So, I'm not dealing with her anymore. You want to act indifferent and false and all this high school bullshit, nope, I'm out. In short, fuck off W, kindly, but still, heed!
(Now though, let's see what happens with S, basically, we have similar interests, I messaged her on ole FB, gave my number, she said she'd text, today I asked her out, and she bit the top of her water bottle and said yes but I haven't heard from her since, so, we'll just see. Honestly, if it turns out I get to listen to Darklands on my new bed again I'll measure that as contentment.)
But yeah tonight, basically pretending my new bed is a time machine that had taken me back to the nineties and these aren't beats on my head but those old old old headphones no one liked to wear in public. I'm trying to start a new relationship and damn 'Love' had it so right it kills me. Literally, I've waited YEARS for an honest show about just TRYING to start a relationship that I can die, ergo it kills me.
Last night though, man, never thought it could have gotten that bad between W and I. W and her fairly dysfunctional friend were forty minutes late getting me from the train station, then didn't get any food but a bagel at a viewing of Dr. Strangelove which I would normally love under other circumstance but instead sat there, in the dim theater, staring at two couples in front of me cuddling and W sat next to me with her hands together like a nervous puritan, I mean Jesus, I asked you to a concert without conceits and you just keep pissing me off which now I think there's so much dignity in allowing yourself to be righteously pissed. So we get to the concert, and a bit late, and its the same story so I decide to get drunk and she's acting distant and I can't stand that (Damn, Darklands is a fine album, fitting even) and yeah, I'll admit I tried a few times to put my hand somewhere on her but nope.
So, I'm not dealing with her anymore. You want to act indifferent and false and all this high school bullshit, nope, I'm out. In short, fuck off W, kindly, but still, heed!
(Now though, let's see what happens with S, basically, we have similar interests, I messaged her on ole FB, gave my number, she said she'd text, today I asked her out, and she bit the top of her water bottle and said yes but I haven't heard from her since, so, we'll just see. Honestly, if it turns out I get to listen to Darklands on my new bed again I'll measure that as contentment.)