my information's just not getting in

ha! i wanted to write this long incredible post about the baby genius that is miss brenda lee, but then this song came on my shuffle and now i somehow can't blog rockabilly




whatever!

she's got cheekbones like geometry and eyes like sin

sweet songs for everyone courtesy of mr. lloyd cole, who, i am surprisingly attracted to? WHO KNEW!








so much to share from the past week-or-so, one of these days coming up i'll show you some things. you can hold me to it, or anything else, if you want to. i'm not keen on disappointing folks. so, see you soon! i punched a girl in the face last night after she dumped a beer on my head and i'm feeling pretty great today (no- really) so i'm going to attempt to make myself an egg in a basket, toad in the hole, what-have-you and listen to some neil diamond on vinyl. love you lovelies. xx!

we can sit and dry just as long as it can pour

thunderstorms in my new room are something else. making me think about the tin rooves (roofs?) at summer camp and how we would welcome the storm. perfect thoughts for this john sebastian ditty:




lovely dreams to everyone and i mean everyone

a child of the water, too proud to be a queen

this day and this song are holding hands:




so chilly, all my windows open, laying in bed under all the covers, listening to mellow metal, hugging myself and saying "great job"

love yous

walk me in the morning through the clover*

tuneage around these parts these days:














and get ready for my stupendous finish:




also, somehow, after all this time, i am still listening to linda ronstadt with purpose.


and now that i've done that, i can tell you about my friday! i've always liked fridays and today? well today friday came right up to me and shook my hand. bless. i woke myself up with both sides of new colony six's greatest hits and two apples from the apple bag. a thin swipe of eyeliner and i was off on maroon five in the rain to greenpoint to have my hair cut. one head massage and deep conditioning treatment later and i'm in greenwich village fantasizing i'm jane fonda in barefoot in the park, showing a peek of emotion in therapy, and having the nicest lunch at murray's while looking at the grey sky and thinking how nice fridays are. i wore falltime shoes, i hugged my friend, i sang christine mcvie songs with vigor, tried on all my new clothes and tasted five different kinds of chips! what a day, what a day what a day.

i'll be seeing you friday, i'll be seeing you again real soon. (coincidently, come next friday i'll be sitting pretty in orlando, florida. i'll be damned if i don't make it to disney this time. so much to look forward to.)

until then...enjoy the fall breezes and think fondly of all the people you love.




*(the alternative title of this post is 'don't throw up - five years later')