prude

i stopped myself from uploading a photo, well without first re-editing it, on flickr. i thought the shadow of my ass was too...skanky i guess.

i am such a prude.

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
(shel silverstein)

i don't want you to say goodbye.

due to the long day and the weed, this may be more of a visual entry.

recent youtube watches:


(though you should watch(listen to) the devotchka cover, fancy face)






(wish i could have found a better video, but ah well. his voice alone made me keep it playing)

this is what i do. late at night, when i have little energy left. smoke a little, imbibe a bit and watch music videos on youtube. thank you internet for helping me accept that mtv will never be there for me again.

(this is where i realize, 20 minutes later, that this window was still open)
do you ever feel like your leading a...well not double life..but two separate ones? like, it's one life, yours, but there are two different...i don't even know where i'm going with this, honestly. or how to explain where i am going with this. random fragmented thought, i reckon.

one more video... it seemed rather appropriate, on all fronts.
i tried to find the video for Rain that i watched about an hour ago...and it is gone, replaced by sucky ones.... but i ended watching this one... which, though i have a penchant for all the man does, is one of my favorite stories...

is there anything more precious than baby feet? seriously.

these feet belong to miss molly, who joined us last week.

i slept soundly last night. shortly but soundly, with dreams of t rides and spring time. it was all whirling but felt lovely. i'm hoping to recreate that tonight, well, at least the feeling.

i've come to the conclusion that may neighbors, if they have not already, will be on the steve wilkos show one day. they are crazy and keep bizarre company.

youtube is like that shiny thing to the kid who can't pay attention.

ami was a recluse

i've been lost in my head a lot lately.
sometimes i wish that the having the desire to share things with someone could be considered enough. there is a bit of guilt that plagues an introvert.

maybe i'm just better at listening.

settling into the apartment is going well. the neighbors are slightly on the noisy side, but that's a small thing. the lovely weather is even more cause to praise the amount of windows.
it's just seeming a little hard to get back into the swing of things, the routine. i guess now would be the best time to begin new routines, or just do away with them all together. time will tell how things go, but for now, i am content.

my ipod and i have been spending a lot of time outside. having a mini arboretum not even a block away makes it even more enjoyable. there is something indescribably serene about feeling the brisk wind on your skin, the slight warmth of the sun on your face, with your eyes closed. this will destroy you has proven to be a good soundtrack for such times.

the weed and the wine have conspired together. they wish to have my undivided attention, and insist i end this ranting to someone, or no one.

yet to get old

as if reading it a ridiculous amount of times is not enough, i find myself equally addicted to this adaptation. if you haven't, you should.

titus.

i owe someone some details. i want to share, but after a few beverages, the keyboard and i end our friendship. maybe video messages are the way to go. prerecorded if imbibing too much may be best, hit record halfway through drink one. i'm rambling, in the wrong place at that.

here, my thoughts are slow. to him, they'd be faster than my influenced fingers would allow me to type.