Mainly the jobs we call blow...
This little masocist is mulling things over to the point of erosion. By happenstance, I've been thinking (interruption:taxi driver just came on) about the poem Lyrically Speaking that I wrote back in freshman year. It was the first poem I ever performed at Poetry Slam and won me a second spin. I hear in my mind a few select lines on repeat and by chance I caught the ending of The Devil Wears Prada. Anne Hathaway has a frightening resemblence to what my mother used to be - how beautiful she used to be. How beautiful.
Rosemary.
"I'm an optomist. I'm a positive person. I always look at the bong as half full."
It was wonderful to see Gioia again. We managed to grab a second lunch (my first lunch was accompanied by Garrett when he unexpectedly called and demanded my presence at zanzibar. So I stole away to romp a while) I probably talked her ear off but the sentiments she managed to sqeeze between my recap of my grandfather's death to Alex's most recent call were essential. I loved just being able to sit with her and work things over...sometimes problems need to be solved...other times they just needed to be voiced. And then there are times when you just need a presence. What I miss most about Alex...Lauren...Will...even Nik is having someone to lay with. While rereading my old entries, ones that preceeded my departure here, I found one that I hardly remember writing. "but to comfort me would take too long, and he had somewhere else to be". I try to keep my life simple, eradicate toxic induviduals, drama, and cycles, but my mind consistently runs on tangets that blend and intertwine. I am an anxious person by nature but its interesting that, as social creatures, how soothing simply being touched is.
I indulged and bought a few more cds today (5) and upgraded to a 224 cd case which allows me to compile most of my music. I still need to usurp some from my father and Will when I get out there, he always has great stuff, and fanagle a way to get my old stuff off my micro.
I'm losing my favourite game.
My bones ache from the humidity. Hands. Knees. Arms. Fingers. I don't even think I'll get more writing done tonight. My hands are actually bothered working the keyboard.
Nine days.
Rosemary.
"I'm an optomist. I'm a positive person. I always look at the bong as half full."
It was wonderful to see Gioia again. We managed to grab a second lunch (my first lunch was accompanied by Garrett when he unexpectedly called and demanded my presence at zanzibar. So I stole away to romp a while) I probably talked her ear off but the sentiments she managed to sqeeze between my recap of my grandfather's death to Alex's most recent call were essential. I loved just being able to sit with her and work things over...sometimes problems need to be solved...other times they just needed to be voiced. And then there are times when you just need a presence. What I miss most about Alex...Lauren...Will...even Nik is having someone to lay with. While rereading my old entries, ones that preceeded my departure here, I found one that I hardly remember writing. "but to comfort me would take too long, and he had somewhere else to be". I try to keep my life simple, eradicate toxic induviduals, drama, and cycles, but my mind consistently runs on tangets that blend and intertwine. I am an anxious person by nature but its interesting that, as social creatures, how soothing simply being touched is.
I indulged and bought a few more cds today (5) and upgraded to a 224 cd case which allows me to compile most of my music. I still need to usurp some from my father and Will when I get out there, he always has great stuff, and fanagle a way to get my old stuff off my micro.
I'm losing my favourite game.
My bones ache from the humidity. Hands. Knees. Arms. Fingers. I don't even think I'll get more writing done tonight. My hands are actually bothered working the keyboard.
Nine days.