life goes easy on me, most of the time.
the cure - the last day of summer
the postal service - such great heights
blue oyster cult - don't fear the reaper
damien rice - the blower's daughter
i don't have anything to update with, but i actually felt like updating tonight. so i'm going to improvise.
the postal service reminds me of neutral tones and cool colors, of terry and slow motion sequences of friends, of holding hands in the car with my husband.
the cure reminds me of jay, above all else. he didn't even know what love song was until i came along. it reminds me of heavy hearted break ups, of lumps in my throat, dead weight in my chest, long, tearful crying sessions over the last day of summer. of not wanting to leave.
but it also reminds me of wet hair, cold nights, white sheets, dreaming of things i wanted but couldn't obtain.
sarah mclachlan reminds me of .. so much. being young. being heartbroken. being happy. where everything felt live or die.
i want it to rain tonight.
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august is review time at panera bread. one of the only m.o.d's i like, kim, told me today that she was in charge of my review, that it was already written up, but it had to be signed by phil. ( the general manager. ) i'm going to take this "but" as an "it was an excellent review, of course, but phil is the biggest asshole this side of north carolina, so don't expect much of a raise."
which, actually .. would be no more than i expect from this company.
luckily, the starbucks a little down the road is practically coming up overnight, which means the now hiring signs should be popping up any day now. my chance to escape. my chance to sell out. i can't wait.
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i need to go to sleep but i like nights like this too much to go to bed. good music, video games, jay's doing his dorky thing in the kitchen .. it makes me sad to know i'll miss anything.