words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Wednesday, October 02, 2002
My boyfriend comes back today (he's gonna save my reputation), after three months in Europe, i.e. Munich, Dubrovnik, and Zagreb. I'm still getting everything ready for him, mostly for his birthday which was monday. I can't believe he's coming back; I got to the point where i almost believed he wasn't going to, that October was just too far away from July to even imagine. Summer doesn't last forever, thankfully. But three months, what has happened to each of us in the past three months that we haven't shared? I wrote him many letters, and had fun taking them to the post office to see them stamped and swept away to another country. What a marvel that a letter can travel to such places wih only an address and less than a dollar. But did the letters convey myself? No writing ever accomplishes that much, does it? I suppose it doesn't matter. We had years before he and I met to develop ourselves. What difference does three months make? I am worried more about myself, though. There's no doubt I'll have to make room in my life for him again, and no matter how excited I am to have him back, everything will change. I want things to change. I want to share so much more of myself with him, that for some reason we never got around to. I can imagine so many good things, but not all of it can happen. questions, just questions.
1:03 PM
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