août 01, 2002

the past is piling up

today's in-head-mix


new york city boy-pet shop boys

always on my mind-phantom planet

change-lightning seeds

local god-everclear

another girl-pete yorn

dress-pj harvey

it's the end of the world as we know it-rem

u.s. out of my pants!-luna

lovesong-the cure

just getting started-the navigators (they're playing the bowery ballroom august 8. be there.

red alert-basement jaxx

hurricane party-cowboy mouth


mysterious things tend to happen while i'm sleeping.


this morning, i woke up to find this one asleep in the living room.


welcome, certainly, but it was a bit disorienting, particularly as when i spotted him, i didn't have my lenses in. i had no idea who he was until i got within about six inches of him.


anyway. that was my morning. sleeping to subway in just over fifteen minutes. needless to say, i'm appropriately disheveled. and, somehow, i made it into work at 8am. yes, 8am. i'm hoping i can parlay that into a 4:30 get out of jail free card. we shall see.


in other news...


i've got three horoscopes telling me that for the next month, i should be taking better care of my body. am i currently underachieving on my personal well being? don't answer that. although, definitely, a few extra hours sleep would not go at all amiss. i've just been so tired lately...


i'm supposed to go out to dinner tonight with firstroommate and her mom. that should be fun, even though i believe it has fallen to me to choose our venue. i don't know if i'm up to it. they're notoriously picky. ah well. all is an adventure.

speaking of firstroommate...you know, it's so weird. i've been having this ridiculous cavalcade of people from my past go parading through these last two weeks. we've got firstroommate (who, prior to last week, i'd not spoken to in about six months), the author (who, prior to running into him on monday, i'd not seen in four years. and he still remembered the color my hair was freshman year. freaky.) and the troubadour (the eighth grade love of my life, who, prior to ten days ago, i'd only seen for ten minutes in the last six years)...what's going on? why are so many ghosts rising? what's the universe trying to tell me? i know that things like this travel in threes. there's three. what now?


i just ate a vomit flavored jellybean. my world will never be the same.

Posted by shivery at août 1, 2002 06:47 AM
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