necklaces piled several inches high, cds scattered across my desk, scraps of paper on the floor. shoes escape their boxes and life is crowded.
today i'm doing what i felt like doing last night. sitting around in a black band tee and pink pajama pants, letting my body mould into the shape of my chair. the cat empire wrote an anthem for this, and it was called 'nothing.' oh, sweet, nothing. last night, being the hardcore party animal i totally like fully completely am OH YEAH i went to see the whitlams at the metro. buying the ticket was an exercise in nostalgia (and in torturing my depressed bank account). getting there was an exercise in blistering feet and sleepy eyes. being there was amazing music and a captivating tim friedman, dulled by the fact that i felt like an old woman wishing for her rocking chair. not that i even know what it feels like to be an old woman wishing for her rocking chair. not that i even know that old women wish for rocking chairs. i mean, they could be the hardcore party animals for all i know. maybe that's why i'm not hardcore enough on certain saturday nights, because it's all a big myth and actually you get more party animalish as you get wrinklier.
anyway.
it was cool but now's sunday and summer has been kidnapped by rainy minions. that so doesn't make sense but i like the idea of little watery minions running around stealing the sunlight.
today i'm doing what i felt like doing last night. sitting around in a black band tee and pink pajama pants, letting my body mould into the shape of my chair. the cat empire wrote an anthem for this, and it was called 'nothing.' oh, sweet, nothing. last night, being the hardcore party animal i totally like fully completely am OH YEAH i went to see the whitlams at the metro. buying the ticket was an exercise in nostalgia (and in torturing my depressed bank account). getting there was an exercise in blistering feet and sleepy eyes. being there was amazing music and a captivating tim friedman, dulled by the fact that i felt like an old woman wishing for her rocking chair. not that i even know what it feels like to be an old woman wishing for her rocking chair. not that i even know that old women wish for rocking chairs. i mean, they could be the hardcore party animals for all i know. maybe that's why i'm not hardcore enough on certain saturday nights, because it's all a big myth and actually you get more party animalish as you get wrinklier.
anyway.
it was cool but now's sunday and summer has been kidnapped by rainy minions. that so doesn't make sense but i like the idea of little watery minions running around stealing the sunlight.
alix exploded at 4:11 PM
2 comments:
Am I having too much of an effect on your behaviour? Like, it's all very well for me to have old man syndrome, but I didn't think geriatricity was a contagious thing. Oh well, it'll at least give you insights into how I feel most saturday nights ;)
And like minions. Rainy ones. Have you ever considered writing fairy tales? There seem to be minions galore in fairy stories. Particularly rainy ones.
:D
rad. paul, that was rad. :D
oh and dave, your comment was alright too, hehe.
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