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extemporally) wrote2010-01-25 10:32 pm
extemporally) wrote2010-01-25 10:32 pm
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singing softly -- THE HAZARDS OF LOVE
Today I wore my rainbow scarf to work. Technically it is not MY scarf, but my friend's scarf. I saw it once and liked it so much she let me bring it home and there it has stayed always. She says she does not mind. I like it, because it's a rainbow scarf, but also because -- wow, how did I become that girl who borrows friends' clothes and everything? I have friends who are willing to lend me their clothes and steal them even! I have been a lonely girl off and on, ever since high school and beyond. Some days things like these do not cease to please.
I was on the way out of the station when I passed by the ice-cream stand which a couple of guys were setting up. (Sometimes I wish I was an ice-cream scooper. I've tried it before! I'm good at it, you guys.) One of the ice creams were blue in that cotton-candy pastel way, and I stopped because I just had to ask.
"Excuse me," I said, "What flavour is that ice cream?"
The guy said caramel, and I couldn't believe it (BLUE CARAMEL!!) and I just smiled confusedly and walked away because talking to strangers confuses me sometimes. I thought maybe he followed the direction of my point wrongly, but I don't know if I want him to be wrong because man, BLUE CARAMEL. It makes sense in a weird kind of way inside of my head.
Today before work I also gave my Haiti donation to the Red Cross.
And today has also been a good day (on my flist at least) for various recounts of idiot countrymen! Man, I don't know, every time I read about things like that I feel weirdly relieved like, okay, I'm not alone, but also slightly disappointed, because growing up on the Internet -- my corner of the Internet, where if crazies exist they are at least routinely given the smackdown -- has led me to believe (obviously erroneously) that the Overseas is this bastion of good sense and liberalism where craziness does not in any large measure prevail, that I could get out and I could run, in whichever direction, and I'd end up in a better place almost automatically. Knowing that nothing works out quite the way you expect it to, kind of, is a bit of a disappointment.
Times like these I just browse through Barnyard Chorus again and reassure myself that there are a couple of good ones left, here.
Sometimes I get this irresistable compulsion to listen to albums the whole way through, then either I stop halfway because some unreasonable circumstance has obliged me to pull out my earphones and by the time I get back, goddamn, I'm not in the mood for it any more! or I start concentrating on something else and I miss all my favourite parts, and all I can remember is a sort of queer musical smudge, only the less subtler lyrics and tunes hanging around in my head. This is usually when I listen to the album three times in a row, and today was that kind of a day for The Hazards of Love. Over and over again, THE HA-ZARDS OF LOVE!
& lastly:
Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then re-post this and spread the love. ♥
I was on the way out of the station when I passed by the ice-cream stand which a couple of guys were setting up. (Sometimes I wish I was an ice-cream scooper. I've tried it before! I'm good at it, you guys.) One of the ice creams were blue in that cotton-candy pastel way, and I stopped because I just had to ask.
"Excuse me," I said, "What flavour is that ice cream?"
The guy said caramel, and I couldn't believe it (BLUE CARAMEL!!) and I just smiled confusedly and walked away because talking to strangers confuses me sometimes. I thought maybe he followed the direction of my point wrongly, but I don't know if I want him to be wrong because man, BLUE CARAMEL. It makes sense in a weird kind of way inside of my head.
Today before work I also gave my Haiti donation to the Red Cross.
And today has also been a good day (on my flist at least) for various recounts of idiot countrymen! Man, I don't know, every time I read about things like that I feel weirdly relieved like, okay, I'm not alone, but also slightly disappointed, because growing up on the Internet -- my corner of the Internet, where if crazies exist they are at least routinely given the smackdown -- has led me to believe (obviously erroneously) that the Overseas is this bastion of good sense and liberalism where craziness does not in any large measure prevail, that I could get out and I could run, in whichever direction, and I'd end up in a better place almost automatically. Knowing that nothing works out quite the way you expect it to, kind of, is a bit of a disappointment.
Times like these I just browse through Barnyard Chorus again and reassure myself that there are a couple of good ones left, here.
Sometimes I get this irresistable compulsion to listen to albums the whole way through, then either I stop halfway because some unreasonable circumstance has obliged me to pull out my earphones and by the time I get back, goddamn, I'm not in the mood for it any more! or I start concentrating on something else and I miss all my favourite parts, and all I can remember is a sort of queer musical smudge, only the less subtler lyrics and tunes hanging around in my head. This is usually when I listen to the album three times in a row, and today was that kind of a day for The Hazards of Love. Over and over again, THE HA-ZARDS OF LOVE!
& lastly:
Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then re-post this and spread the love. ♥
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Also, I am jealous that you are good at scooping ice cream. I was sucky at it.
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I love you because of the gentle way you have of putting things, the way you tell stories and inhabit them thoroughly, the way your username puts me in mind of birds and love and wings.