Why I never keep this up (substantially speaking)
I write semi-confessional notes to a friend of mine who writes them back. I should copy and paste them. When friendship exist primarily in writing it sometimes seems more like a journal than a conversation. That's what this friend said and I agreed.
This is what I wrote today (in response to an on-going conversation about living alone and him never being in a band but wanting to and having to rearrange empty boxes at work):
we just did a photoshoot for the album. it was outside and cold on driggs avenue. a lot of hassids oogled (sp? word looks weird) us (me?) and some kid heckled us calling us all sluts. it was strange/embarassing as two friends happened upon us while it was in progress. empty boxes? a crazy lady at work told me that i needed a nap yesterday. lucky that your roommates are going out of town. my best friend gets mad that i'm anxious about her being in my apartment. no one ever sees where i live. which means i'm messy as fuck and things of mine are everywhere just waiting to be picked up and messed with. i get nervous and it makes people nervous and then that's it. i didn't know what i was doing when the band started. our first practice was the first time i'd sang into a microphone really. i had no idea what i'd sound like.
This is what I wrote today (in response to an on-going conversation about living alone and him never being in a band but wanting to and having to rearrange empty boxes at work):
we just did a photoshoot for the album. it was outside and cold on driggs avenue. a lot of hassids oogled (sp? word looks weird) us (me?) and some kid heckled us calling us all sluts. it was strange/embarassing as two friends happened upon us while it was in progress. empty boxes? a crazy lady at work told me that i needed a nap yesterday. lucky that your roommates are going out of town. my best friend gets mad that i'm anxious about her being in my apartment. no one ever sees where i live. which means i'm messy as fuck and things of mine are everywhere just waiting to be picked up and messed with. i get nervous and it makes people nervous and then that's it. i didn't know what i was doing when the band started. our first practice was the first time i'd sang into a microphone really. i had no idea what i'd sound like.