casualties of love

(stevie, you play with my heart like a cat with yarn)Welcome home, little Elly

Is this redesign not the shit or what? It is both SWANK and MOD! It is like someone is swanking me upon my head, that is how swank it is. I haven�t posted in a long time. Don�t hurt me.


10 Years Ago…
Sight: the puke green tile walls of public school, glasses refelctions
Smell: oxy-5, chanel no. 5, sweaty gym uniforms. Yellow and black. Yuck. Like bees.
Taste: saltines from the cafeteria
Sound: hormones bouncing off tile, sneakers in the hallway
Touch: brown suede, embroidery
Best: chemistry sets, anticipation, basements, ice skates, the ping-pong racetrack game. More anticipation.
Worst: insecurity
Memory: Mrs. Davidson, she looked like a bug. Sounds of a French Horn.
Person: Stacie or Stephanie, or Bun, or Gurd. Ryan. Tommy. Kim. Adam.
Song: “Friday I�m in Love,� The Cure. And Jodeci. Always with the Jodeci.

5 Years Ago…
Sight: J�s shadow as he entered my room, 2 am
Smell: laundry and pizza and nail polish and spray paint
Taste: beer, skin, Wal-Mart carbonated flavored water, gummy peaches
Sound: giggles, groans, squeaks, the Cowboy Junkies, heartbeats, Counting Crows, guitar, Jenny Jones
Touch: cotton, fire, charcoal
Best: Independence, health, looks
Worst: Drama, lack of motivation
Memory: nightly dining hall dinners with Shel, huffing with Jules (that wasn�t a good idea)
Song: “Tower of Strength”, Mission UK

3 Years Ago…
Sight: Harrisonburg, the underside of tables
Smell: vomit, malt
Taste: tears and more beer
Sound: bass
Touch: hot metal and drafting paper and aluminum and lycra
Worst: Sleepless nights
Memory: an unending desire to both run away and stay forever
Person: Matt. Lauren
Song: anything by Springsteen or Prince

1 Year Ago…
Sight: this screen
Smell: coffee, fresh air, kisses
Taste: rough skin, better skin, happy skin
Sound: rattling keypads
Touch: plastic, glass, gel
Best: contentedness, the New Independence, laughter
Worst: beating back the past
Memory: trying to explain politics to the former roommate, impossible
Person: Sig
Song: “Kimberly Austin,� Porno for Pyros

1 Month Ago…
Sight: J back at my door, this time with a girlfriend in tow
Smell: the vacuuming powder that smells gaggingly like dead roses
Taste: chicken sandwich
Sound: wrapping paper, water moving in pipes
Touch: leather, flannel, cold
Best: emails that explained things, someone to watch TV with
Worst: apathy and regret
Memory: stubbing my foot on half-full packing boxes, saying �fuck� a lot
Person: Justin
Song: �Acuff-Rose,� Uncle Tupelo

1 Week Ago…
Sight: the Mac
Smell: Tropical body spray, hardwood wax
Taste: Diet Dr. Pepper
Sound: wind outside, the whirrrrrrrrr of this here machine
Touch: plywood, down
Best: work
Worst: work
Person: Dad
Song: �Guitar Strings,� Cash Brothers

Sight: Bossman�s fancy obsidian cufflinks
Smell: Bagels, spaghetti, shampoo, my brother�s teeshirt
Taste: cheesecake ice cream
Sound: buzzing lights, the Safeway clerk I like named Missy
Touch: full stomach
Best: laughing at powerpoint
Worst: waking up too early
Person: Kristen, my brother
Memory: skidding down the hall in my Clydesdale slippers
Song: Creed. I wanted to cry, my buttons wouldn�t turn it off.

Sight: messy car, the traffic in the darkness of 5:30 am
Smell: deoderant
Taste: Pepsi, yuck
Sound: Military men, business cliches
Touch: string
Best: thinking up dirty jokes in important meetings, looking foxxy if I do say so myself
Worst: having to pee all the time, my bladder is the size of a grape
Memory: ironing clothes
Song: “Electric Boogaloo�

True story

I�m driving home around 8 :30 last Sunday night, and I�m on Route 7 right at the exit for 66. And I�m at the red light, and I slowly start to pull forward, and I see someone trying to cross the highway near the exit. Which isn�t very smart, granted, but he�s wearing white, so at least he�s pretty visible.

Guess who it was?

Jesus Christ! No, really. It some guy in a long dark beard with long flowing hair. And he was wearing a white gown, with a tan wraparound-shawl thing. I didn�t catch the shoes, but I wouldn�t be surprised if there weren�t any, it was a nice night.

Or maybe some sandals.

Anyways, this was the best thing to happen all weekend. I called Sig and was all like �Make me dinner! By the way, I just saw Jesus!�

Nevermind the fact that it doesn�t sound half as cool when you consider it was a Sunday night near a bunch of churches that might have been having a play or something. I just like to think Jesus really needed some groceries from Trader Joes. He�s hippie like that.

The rest of the weekend I had various babies throwing up on me, and I saw the �Count of Monte Christo.� Not nearly as cool as Jesus.


Sig and I have been watching that Steven King miniseries, �Rose Red.� It is one of those things I have to watch every night, but by the time the credits roll I will be slumped in my chair and yell �MAN that sucked.� But I can�t stop watching it.

Gef�lschte Musik l��t die Leute zusammen kommen

Listening to : On Shroud 9, Janson, Piece of Resistance, Plily and Dole, Baskerville.

If I had a band, it would be a hair metal piece called Klyt.

S-well, you�re getting married. Congrats. May you have many many minature children. Elfin, even.

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