June 2010
5 posts
2 THINGS:
I hate how much of a dumb girl I am sometimes, in my own dumb girl head at least.
I feel like two pieces of poop held together by a massive headache.
& I love you.
S.O.P.
There’s a lot of bad news these days, & it sucks. Loss in its various terrible forms, flu-bugs flying everywhichway, oil & racism.
There’s still a shit-ton of beauty floating around, though, & there’s safety in it. & it comes in waves, waves, waves.
I’m making plans & building things, holding hands & forgetting things.
Tummy rumbles, fever...
WISHIN HARD OR HARDLY WISHIN?
When I have a lot on my mind & weird worries in my heart, going to postsecret.com does not make me feel better.
Going skinny-dipping by myself & drawing pictures of dogs kind of does, though.
TO ALL THE JAMS I'VE LOVED BEFORE.
I’m suffering from busted-computer, stolen-iPod, missing-CD-books separation anxiety. Here, in no particular order, are the five seven (+ a thousand) albums I miss having access to the most, right now:
1.
Modest Mouse::The Lonesome Crowded West
2.
Sage Francis::Personal Journals
3.
Iron & Wine::The Creek Drank the Cradle
4.
Three Dog Night::Greatest Hits (specifically,...
