Saturday, July 10, 2004
my mind is everywhere
i still can't believe that just a week ago i was in a different continent, and i'm not ready to talk about it yet. i keep thinking i'm going to disappoint people. what i notice no one else cares about.
like:
clouds
euro dollars
gnomes
shopping!
dogs and cats
the difference between america and europe
i don't care for history, even if i was there for that exact reason. i went to museums and walked past historic clocks and bridges and castles. but everyone does that. anyone can do that. the only thing that i worried about was the next time i could call david. hearing his voice is what got me through that trip.
i was re-reading some haikus written almost a year ago, and i'm so different. when will i stop changing?
saturdays for me
watch the world through my window
there is nothing real
i just ate a taco and now i'm going to eat frosted flakes. i like live backwards. i'm still stuck on The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.
i think i would like to meet some new people. i'm craving mail. i miss the wet streets of boston and the flowers in the garden. the construction site that's around Washington and his horse in the garden when all the tourists are out of town. those bits of slush that find themselves in your shoe. soaking socks and open umbrellas. the smell of musty basements and cobwebbed laundry machines. the walk up charles street to the mgh/charles T stop and most importantly, the walk back late at night and stopping at the 7-11 and talking about joints i've never smoked.
i'm ready to go home. and dammit, i just missed Blue's Clues and Love Day!
¶ 11:51 AM
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i still can't believe that just a week ago i was in a different continent, and i'm not ready to talk about it yet. i keep thinking i'm going to disappoint people. what i notice no one else cares about.
like:
i don't care for history, even if i was there for that exact reason. i went to museums and walked past historic clocks and bridges and castles. but everyone does that. anyone can do that. the only thing that i worried about was the next time i could call david. hearing his voice is what got me through that trip.
i was re-reading some haikus written almost a year ago, and i'm so different. when will i stop changing?
saturdays for me
watch the world through my window
there is nothing real
i just ate a taco and now i'm going to eat frosted flakes. i like live backwards. i'm still stuck on The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler.
i think i would like to meet some new people. i'm craving mail. i miss the wet streets of boston and the flowers in the garden. the construction site that's around Washington and his horse in the garden when all the tourists are out of town. those bits of slush that find themselves in your shoe. soaking socks and open umbrellas. the smell of musty basements and cobwebbed laundry machines. the walk up charles street to the mgh/charles T stop and most importantly, the walk back late at night and stopping at the 7-11 and talking about joints i've never smoked.
i'm ready to go home. and dammit, i just missed Blue's Clues and Love Day!
¶ 11:51 AM
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