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Pretty girly day, which only contrasts my general un-girliness. I went to be Kim's hair model again and because today is one of her "test out" days, she had to do my make up and eyebrows and all that stuff that I'm in no way opposed to, but that I can never bring myself to pay a hundred bucks for. More likely to blow my money on comics and booze, makes for a pretty poor female. Like I give a fuck, I have comics and booze! Sometimes I wish I was better at this stuff, though.
Really, though, I lent my record player to someone and more than anything I want it back. I want to listen to Bob Dylan so much I'm fit to spill. Listening to Bob Dylan, right now, on my computer is not what I want. Digital sound waves lack a certain tangible soul. I know that sounds like I'm full of shit, but even if it's psychosomatic, it applies.
I don't like it in the wind. I want to go back home again. But I can't go back home this'away.
I was young when I left home, and I been out ramblin' 'round and I never wrote a letter to my home.