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Aug. 6th, 2004 10:03 amIf I lived next door to someone who used to do heroin with Billie Holiday, I'd visit every day and wipe their ass for them.
Aug. 6th, 2004
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Aug. 6th, 2004 02:26 pmIt's an absolutely gorgeous day outside and I am unfortunately stuck in baby-killing headquarters until I decide to pull up stakes and clock out.
It feels like the tongue tip of autumn is rolling in, a chill in the air that brightens my eyes and shivers my brain into alertness.
What I want to be doing is driving the Caddy-Beast to Cape May to hunt for diamonds in the surf, or maybe throwing open all the windows in my apartment and brushing the stink out. But, neither of those is going to happen at this time.
Well. Maybe I can clean later, but it wouldn't bring me the same amount of joy as it would if I could do it right now.
For now I must content myself with filing in my tiny little hole of an office with no shoes on and dancing to the Nick Cave mixed tape I made for someone years ago and in a moment of selfishness, never gave to them.
It feels like the tongue tip of autumn is rolling in, a chill in the air that brightens my eyes and shivers my brain into alertness.
What I want to be doing is driving the Caddy-Beast to Cape May to hunt for diamonds in the surf, or maybe throwing open all the windows in my apartment and brushing the stink out. But, neither of those is going to happen at this time.
Well. Maybe I can clean later, but it wouldn't bring me the same amount of joy as it would if I could do it right now.
For now I must content myself with filing in my tiny little hole of an office with no shoes on and dancing to the Nick Cave mixed tape I made for someone years ago and in a moment of selfishness, never gave to them.
