you exhibitionist
what can i say? well-- i currently have some lemon candies in my pocket; a wad of Nick Cave promotional cards; a flyer for the Inauguration Day protest (even though some important to me may stare sternly as i stomp away); a sample packet of soy milk shampoo; three tickets to see Interpol; and here i am, with my hand.
and so lately i have been listening to A LOT of pj harvey. every record: "dry" "rid of me" "stories from the city, stories from the sea" you know... my gas tank has been full all the time. i guess that's pretty nice. the car is making kind of a weird noise though.
i am taking drawing class tonight. i am also enrolled in a fossil class, and a sociology class. i am not taking a heavy load-- it's good. spending the weekends working, with the creaky ice cream machine, spying co-workers, free coffee. i like some of the regular customers, and i like making foam. so it's all good. (i taught a three year old how to say "it's all good" the other day. also, Kris: i taught the same three year old how to say "i want bread" with an African-American vernacular sound... you know what i'm saying? it sounds just as good from a little kid as it does from a Paraguayan!)
Kris bought me a beautiful khafiye in Lyon. i wear it every day under my long black coat. also i wear my Mother Mary pendant and my pointy-toed shoes. these things are all mundane. i mean this writing is. but i cannot elaborate, for reasons agreed upon in the previous two year period.
anyway-- i wish i had the power to punch walls, but i am tame. and i don't even throw things. or cry. or care.
and so lately i have been listening to A LOT of pj harvey. every record: "dry" "rid of me" "stories from the city, stories from the sea" you know... my gas tank has been full all the time. i guess that's pretty nice. the car is making kind of a weird noise though.
i am taking drawing class tonight. i am also enrolled in a fossil class, and a sociology class. i am not taking a heavy load-- it's good. spending the weekends working, with the creaky ice cream machine, spying co-workers, free coffee. i like some of the regular customers, and i like making foam. so it's all good. (i taught a three year old how to say "it's all good" the other day. also, Kris: i taught the same three year old how to say "i want bread" with an African-American vernacular sound... you know what i'm saying? it sounds just as good from a little kid as it does from a Paraguayan!)
Kris bought me a beautiful khafiye in Lyon. i wear it every day under my long black coat. also i wear my Mother Mary pendant and my pointy-toed shoes. these things are all mundane. i mean this writing is. but i cannot elaborate, for reasons agreed upon in the previous two year period.
anyway-- i wish i had the power to punch walls, but i am tame. and i don't even throw things. or cry. or care.