The backyard is so dark I can’t even see the clothesline, though I know there are still some hanging cottons on the wire. I’ve been staying up, looking for adequate stirfry recipes. Trying to visualize what an ounce looks like. Sorry, I get like this sometimes. i.e.: my patterns always say that I’ll probably be doing the same thing I was doing half an hour ago. I’m very easy to track down like that. Casual mentions of swears or outlandish colours in songs keep me listening. I’m hyper-attracted to talking in songs, must have its roots in my love for Cohen, cooing a home and office number.
Posted by caroline at September 26, 2005 1:03 AMHyper-atractive song talking. I agree. Kim Gordon's voice is the embodiment of addiction. It seems like you could shoot it. Or something dryer, snort it, hotknife it. And when you did, you would feel every horrible thing you ever felt and it would be tremendous and still. Not bad so much. Tansfixing and quiet. And then you'd be less vexed by tawdry everyday happenings.
Furthermore. I'm sorry I forgot to call you back last night. I feel like a knob. I was very scatterd what with phoning, matt, josh, john and whatsername who I like being over, and crack addict neighbor knocking at our door, and then we started watching Six Feet Under, season two, to the exclusion of our laundry.
Promise I won't forget again! Hope you're feeling better.
Posted by: Xavier at September 26, 2005 9:41 AMAnd when you did, you would feel every horrible thing you ever felt and it would be tremendous and still. Not bad so much. Tansfixing and quiet.
sorry to quote back such a large chunk of your text back to you, but that's a fairly accurate approximation of how I tend to judge whether or not any given experience was positive for me. I feel incredibly whole whenever I find yet another way to state The Inherent Duality. It infiltrates. Plus, I mean: "does this sound simple? Fuck you. Are you for sale? Does 'fuck you' sound simple enough?" is pretty much unbeatable. I need to promise myself that I'll say that the next time someone says my writing is "too complicated."
And thank god you didn't phone me back--who wants to talk to you? like I said: you're just sooooo boring. and, moreover, you have like no fashion sense and your sense of humour sure as hell could use a tune up. eeeesssschhhh. you're just one of those people I can barely hold a conversation with. fuck off!
:D
Posted by: caroline at September 26, 2005 1:55 PM
hey those last six lines of your comment just reminded me of that early 90s song 'the sweater' its by cadell meryn and she tells a full story over music..
they used to play it on the radio a lot when i was in grade five. theres a recommendation for you.. that and boyz to men
p.s. im back in toronto (fuck!) and found your blog again. today. it inspires me to write in mine . check your email chcika :)
bye
lame comment!! i take this back.
bye
checked the email!
thank you!
please write in your blog.
I can't believe you're in TO. That's really too bad. I'm feeling a bit better. But I did have two rather large anxiety attacks today.
boyz2men totally rock. especially good to make out to.
holyshit i think I just had an out of body experience.
xox