Saturday, March 29, 2003
Revolution or Just a Dance?
what is koiwai milk? any ideas? kawaii is cute and i keep think of cute koi milk. milk from cute koi fish. hmm. i sure hope not, it's in my japanese coffee drink.
i accomplished my goals today. sometimes days like these make me realize how fast days go and how fast life can go in front of you. BOOM and then it's summer and time for a job in a boring blah blah town where i don't want to be with no friends and 5 grocery stores for hang outs. everyone keeps promising to teach me how to drive and maybe i don't want to. it's the one thing that keeps me innocent. it's the one thing that keeps me from getting in the car, cranking the radio, and driving straight into the river. i don't think i would ever be at home if i knew how to drive. i would cruise all over downtown dallas. i would just hang out on stoops in deep ellum and become a vinyl geek. i see that as my existance. one full of music and turntables and books and shows and clothes that are too tight and smell like moth balls.
i find that one of the most "homey" smells. japanese people store all their clothes out of season in moth balls and when the season finally rolls back again, everything smells like moth balls. it's sorta like the smell of gasoline to some people. moth balls are my high. it reminds me of home and grandma's closet and being 7 and being innocent. there's really nothing holding me back anymore. i'm an adult and i don't want to be one. i'm glad i took a year off. more time to hide away from a "real" job and "real" life and taxes and dating and finding a husband and having kids though none of those things have to be part of my life because i think that just having a nice apartment and lots of cds and a cat would make me happy. i don't really need anything besides lots of room to dance to feel free.
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what is koiwai milk? any ideas? kawaii is cute and i keep think of cute koi milk. milk from cute koi fish. hmm. i sure hope not, it's in my japanese coffee drink.
i accomplished my goals today. sometimes days like these make me realize how fast days go and how fast life can go in front of you. BOOM and then it's summer and time for a job in a boring blah blah town where i don't want to be with no friends and 5 grocery stores for hang outs. everyone keeps promising to teach me how to drive and maybe i don't want to. it's the one thing that keeps me innocent. it's the one thing that keeps me from getting in the car, cranking the radio, and driving straight into the river. i don't think i would ever be at home if i knew how to drive. i would cruise all over downtown dallas. i would just hang out on stoops in deep ellum and become a vinyl geek. i see that as my existance. one full of music and turntables and books and shows and clothes that are too tight and smell like moth balls.
i find that one of the most "homey" smells. japanese people store all their clothes out of season in moth balls and when the season finally rolls back again, everything smells like moth balls. it's sorta like the smell of gasoline to some people. moth balls are my high. it reminds me of home and grandma's closet and being 7 and being innocent. there's really nothing holding me back anymore. i'm an adult and i don't want to be one. i'm glad i took a year off. more time to hide away from a "real" job and "real" life and taxes and dating and finding a husband and having kids though none of those things have to be part of my life because i think that just having a nice apartment and lots of cds and a cat would make me happy. i don't really need anything besides lots of room to dance to feel free.
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