Feb 02 2009
Facing East makes me feel so very guilty
Here I am, like a rat, in my cage. But not really, that’s overtly metaphorical. I find myself getting truly envious when I read this one person’s blog, if you know me you’d know who. And it does seem silly really, being envious of the famous, but sometimes I think it would be nice, post-college.
Not now though, when it’s 3am and I have a deadline for notes on readings, dense motherfuckckckckkccer rrr readings for the 7am. Damn. I wish I went to bed earlier.Had a very nice and surreal conversation with my superb cousin this evening. And she is very superb, always has been, very much of the ELITE, in a way my parents just couldn’t allow, economically and all.
I mean, do you realize how many women are slowed down by men? It was such a good point. We could build bridges but we burn so many with burning pains of testosterone and evasive phone calls.
Good, I’m glad boys, be evasive. See me not. I won’t. Anymore.
Listening to Devendra Banhart, Cripple Crow is so fantastic. So very 3 am. Exactly, on the dot just now. Wow, look at my procrastination and how it just bought me 8 minutes with the costly effort of pouring my soul into some chunky keys of a board.
Bored, bored, board. Listen bored board, we’re making it pretty fine. I mean, life’s too short to be bored. I am working hard on having less and less of those times in my life. Is it elitist to say I am surprised when people confess “I am board.” Or was it bored?
Play me keys, play me hard and good so I can forget any mattress that ever felt so pour.
“You talk, I’ll pour.” Oh god, I love that man.
Then pour me into a jar, and keep me on the shelf so when the sun comes up, at least on of us will see it.Usually write these blogs with a purpose, this one not so much.
I just always regret not seeing the sun rise when my dorm perfectly faces East.
Consider today another failed attempt.
