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Thursday, February 17, 2005
12:35 PM: off the wagon [#] [0]
yesterday morning i picked up a book and read 3 pages before suddenly dropping it in horror: what was i -doing-? today i found myself reading a towel tag. but the music is especially tough: it feels like my day doesn't begin until i start a cd or launch itunes.
songs i heard in my head yesterday:
rufus wainwright: april fools
beatles: michelle
donnie darko's mad world remake
ABBA: dancing queen
styx: renegade (really!)
susan mckeown: bold orion
songs i've heard in my head today:
natalie merchant: carnival
susan mckeown: bold orion
dresden dolls: coin operated boy
dresden dolls: miss me
donnie darko's mad world remake
west side story: i feel pretty
peter gabriel: make tomorrow
ani de franco: up up up up up up
ani de franco: angel food
simon & garfunkle: america
some notes i took on the bus:
* her thick nails painted pink
* media dep is scary, but joanne & rob expressed some relief, too
* a man pours soil from a bag into his garden. god, is it time to be working on the garden already?
* a girl all in black sits in front of me; she smells strongly of bounce.
* curls of razor wire decorate the fence of an abandoned lot.
* why don't we have cherry tress near where i live? the ones i'm seeing now are tantalizing: brimming but not yet bursting w/ joy.
and i had a good valentine's dinner w/ michaelmas. i was worried that not being able to watch "buffy" would cramp our style a little. ;)