season four
it's the fourth of july which means it's time to write the annual "i miss boston" livejournal entry.
but tonight i miss more than boston.
it's season four of sex and the city on my netflix clock, and carrie and aidan just broke up, and then big moved to napa.
and i miss carrie and aidan
and i miss carrie and mr. big
and i miss MY mr. big.
i wish he'd do more episodes but he won't.
i miss the episodes he's never going to do.
i went by the do lab today to do an interview with current, and i discovered i miss the dolab.
i discovered, i'm also apparenty, "miss soundbyte" and i said, right on carrie cue, "well, i'm not the director of whatever i am for nothin", but that's another story. that's a story about the things i don't miss. because i don't have to. that's a story about the things i get. but that's not this story.
i miss sleep. i have absolutely no more clock now that i have nowhere to punch in, and my whole internal rythmn's freaking out. insomnia sucks, and the sweltering heat is not helping it evaporate, unfortunately.
i....... am getting off track.
i miss the reservoir. i miss the charles river. i miss chebeague. i miss everything that came before the quarterlife crisis arrived. i miss all the secret boston spots that ony boston pubic school kids know. the spots in the fens, the sponts in the arboretum, the spots in the back bay, the south end, tdowntwon and all over the emerald necklace. i miss the harrowing turns of the jamaicaway, and the automated announcer at the end of the redline that told you "you have reached ashmont station. this is the last stop. don't forget your belongings."
this is the day of rememberance of a gilded little adolescence of summers, and i miss EVERY SINGE LINE of playing future that both ever did and did not happen. i miss the winters too, but we won't go into that.
it's fourth of july, it's jason's last birthday in his 20's and i must remember to call him tomorrow and thank my lucky ducky stars that i did not miss him saying one of the CLEVEREST motherfucking things i've ever heard in my entire life, that forever cemented this hit and miss mythoogy we've got.
it's season four in l.a.
it's the exhibit of my life.
and i'm the curator, but i miss the fireworks....
but tonight i miss more than boston.
it's season four of sex and the city on my netflix clock, and carrie and aidan just broke up, and then big moved to napa.
and i miss carrie and aidan
and i miss carrie and mr. big
and i miss MY mr. big.
i wish he'd do more episodes but he won't.
i miss the episodes he's never going to do.
i went by the do lab today to do an interview with current, and i discovered i miss the dolab.
i discovered, i'm also apparenty, "miss soundbyte" and i said, right on carrie cue, "well, i'm not the director of whatever i am for nothin", but that's another story. that's a story about the things i don't miss. because i don't have to. that's a story about the things i get. but that's not this story.
i miss sleep. i have absolutely no more clock now that i have nowhere to punch in, and my whole internal rythmn's freaking out. insomnia sucks, and the sweltering heat is not helping it evaporate, unfortunately.
i....... am getting off track.
i miss the reservoir. i miss the charles river. i miss chebeague. i miss everything that came before the quarterlife crisis arrived. i miss all the secret boston spots that ony boston pubic school kids know. the spots in the fens, the sponts in the arboretum, the spots in the back bay, the south end, tdowntwon and all over the emerald necklace. i miss the harrowing turns of the jamaicaway, and the automated announcer at the end of the redline that told you "you have reached ashmont station. this is the last stop. don't forget your belongings."
this is the day of rememberance of a gilded little adolescence of summers, and i miss EVERY SINGE LINE of playing future that both ever did and did not happen. i miss the winters too, but we won't go into that.
it's fourth of july, it's jason's last birthday in his 20's and i must remember to call him tomorrow and thank my lucky ducky stars that i did not miss him saying one of the CLEVEREST motherfucking things i've ever heard in my entire life, that forever cemented this hit and miss mythoogy we've got.
it's season four in l.a.
it's the exhibit of my life.
and i'm the curator, but i miss the fireworks....