pretend it's whales
bobby and I started trading music at work. he gave me the cd of a friend's band, canasta, to listen to at my desk. they're pretty terrible songs; I think he knows it, but he'd just come from seeing them live the night before, and they're friends. the album's called "we were set up," so I gave him my walkmen cd, the one with "we've been had." he likes it. I also gave him wolf parade. he copied some songs onto his computer, and now I hear them playing from his office.
I was a hero
early in the morning
and I ain't no hero
in the night
I love this band. he gave the cd back today so I could listen to it on the walk home through indieland, all the pink-haired kneestockinged art school students who go to Columbia College, which takes up about six blocks near my apartment. I walk home in my work wear and look at them and think about how secretly I look kind of like that. but, y'know, cooler. of course. ;)
I'll build a house inside of you
I'll go in through the mouth
I'll draw three figures on your heart
one of them will be me as a boy
and one of them will be me
and one of them will be me
watching you run
there was woman on the elevator today in open-toed shoes, she had the most beautiful toes I've ever seen. I've been wearing the same brown toepolish I put on back at lauren's house in dc because I don't have any polish remover here, so my toes are chipped and stubby. it may be time for a change.
at lunch I went to interview for an evening job as an usher for the big musical theaters downtown ("Broadway in Chicago"). I don't know if I really have time left to start a job, but it'd be fun, even if it could only last a couple weeks.
and I convinced a friend of gwen's to come to see a play friday that another friend of gwen's is stage-managing.
gwen, I am taking over your life, talented-mr-ripley-style. be spooked, gwen! or come to chicago and take it back. I dare ya!
I love this:
said you hate the sound
of the busses on the ground
you said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town.
I said pretend it's whales
keeping their voices down
suck were the grounds for divorce I know
I was a hero
early in the morning
and I ain't no hero
in the night
I love this band. he gave the cd back today so I could listen to it on the walk home through indieland, all the pink-haired kneestockinged art school students who go to Columbia College, which takes up about six blocks near my apartment. I walk home in my work wear and look at them and think about how secretly I look kind of like that. but, y'know, cooler. of course. ;)
I'll build a house inside of you
I'll go in through the mouth
I'll draw three figures on your heart
one of them will be me as a boy
and one of them will be me
and one of them will be me
watching you run
there was woman on the elevator today in open-toed shoes, she had the most beautiful toes I've ever seen. I've been wearing the same brown toepolish I put on back at lauren's house in dc because I don't have any polish remover here, so my toes are chipped and stubby. it may be time for a change.
at lunch I went to interview for an evening job as an usher for the big musical theaters downtown ("Broadway in Chicago"). I don't know if I really have time left to start a job, but it'd be fun, even if it could only last a couple weeks.
and I convinced a friend of gwen's to come to see a play friday that another friend of gwen's is stage-managing.
gwen, I am taking over your life, talented-mr-ripley-style. be spooked, gwen! or come to chicago and take it back. I dare ya!
I love this:
said you hate the sound
of the busses on the ground
you said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town.
I said pretend it's whales
keeping their voices down
suck were the grounds for divorce I know