Everybody’s minding their own business a bit too much. My best friend at work has been asked to resign. My other friends are late. Some are stuck in a traffic jam. My driver is exceeding his limits. The construction workers are hammering on our heads. There is no water. Rain is this place’s only chance of redemption.
Regrets collect like old friends
You were always an iconic figure in our family. There were jokes and stories of plots and investments, of your friends in Finland, and the nightclubs and bicycle rides in the cold. There were women who wanted to marry you, but you never settled for any of them. I saw you on a cooking show on TV once, and I believe you won a microwave on it!
Dont you just hate:
How far can my car go if its on the last petrol blinking light?
S: You have to listen to the new song by Florence and the Nightingale!
Estrella; Shines confidently in adversity, especially without a Straha card. Looks mean, but maybe its just the eyebrows. Crazy hot, but doesn’t believe it entirely. Super smart, knows it and shows it. Fair, so a D plus means a D plus. Spunky, Unique, Charming, Vibrant, Edgy and always up for adventure. Firestarter, I hope you always light up every alley you walk through (with oversized cakes and cathedral walls), especially the ones I find myself lurking in. Even though it’s your special day today, somehow I feel the luckiest.
I left my phone at home today.
Sometimes, I was telling M this today, my brain is working so fast but my body is so tired I want to write but my fingers are too tired to write. Other times, I am staring at the screen, but so mentally exhausted I wish someone could read my mind, suck out my ideas, and just write for me. Phrase my sentences, insert the appropriate vocabulary for effect and just do the job. Oh well, sometimes I wish I could do the same, save my dreams in an inception inspired silver briefcase and wake up and rewind them to make the coolest movies ever. Anyway.
When water goes down the drain in my shower stall, it makes a funny echoing sound, almost melodious as it trickles down the pipes. It sounds so familiar, like a song I’ve grown up listening to. And then one day, as I usually get my epiphanies while brushing my teeth or while in the bathroom generally, I remembered what the drain music sounded like. The opening rift of one of the songs I heard live in November 2007. So one by one I listened to every song I had trying to remember which one it was. The song was as weird as most of the others they've sung. But I was more concerned with the bubbling drain tune.
Quelqu’un M’a Dit
According to Mary Douglas, matter out of place is waste (I’m not putting direct quotes in case this isn’t the exact wording). I wrote my master’s dissertation on Waste, so I should know this. She says that objects or things outside of their proper domain create waste, such as a saucepan in your bedroom, or a pair of shoes in the kitchen. They don’t belong to those areas of the house, hence create waste.