Spring Cleaning
How did the bedroom that I'm barely ever in turn into a giant pile of dirty socks and mismatched shoes flung everywere? This is like a miracle of science.
Somebody took my half full bottle of shampoo out of the shower. This is also one of the great mysteries of this life.
What's the policy of giving the "what's up" to strangers? I used to say hi to everyone no matter what, because it sucks to walk around all day and have no one acknowledge your existance, you know? But in my neighborhood, and by that I mean, the 15 minutes between my house and the el, I've stopped saying hi because it started to consistantly be me nodding to someone on the sidewalk and getting a "HEY WHATS UP BABYGIRL? WHERE YOU GOIN?" or no response at all. Another weird way I stick out like a sore thumb in these parts: chucks and cuffed jeans and a haircut that reeks of a liberal arts degree. Didn't see that one coming. It's weird to see yourself float in and out of demographics.
My favorite music of the moment:
Menomena
Maps & Atlases
Nina Simone
Pissed Jeans
Oh oh oh . And THE SLITS are playing a in a house on Saturday night. And this is why I moved to philadelphia. Geezus H. Christmas.
Now, to deal with the wreck, one basket of clothes at a time.
Yeah, I'm going to start writing in this everyday, again. Maybe I want to remember this spring for a long time. Do me a favor. If you read this, let me know, anonymously. For curiosity's sake. Or don't. Whatever is cool.
xoxo
Somebody took my half full bottle of shampoo out of the shower. This is also one of the great mysteries of this life.
What's the policy of giving the "what's up" to strangers? I used to say hi to everyone no matter what, because it sucks to walk around all day and have no one acknowledge your existance, you know? But in my neighborhood, and by that I mean, the 15 minutes between my house and the el, I've stopped saying hi because it started to consistantly be me nodding to someone on the sidewalk and getting a "HEY WHATS UP BABYGIRL? WHERE YOU GOIN?" or no response at all. Another weird way I stick out like a sore thumb in these parts: chucks and cuffed jeans and a haircut that reeks of a liberal arts degree. Didn't see that one coming. It's weird to see yourself float in and out of demographics.
My favorite music of the moment:
Menomena
Maps & Atlases
Nina Simone
Pissed Jeans
Oh oh oh . And THE SLITS are playing a in a house on Saturday night. And this is why I moved to philadelphia. Geezus H. Christmas.
Now, to deal with the wreck, one basket of clothes at a time.
Yeah, I'm going to start writing in this everyday, again. Maybe I want to remember this spring for a long time. Do me a favor. If you read this, let me know, anonymously. For curiosity's sake. Or don't. Whatever is cool.
xoxo