|
Saturday, September 22, 2001
stephanie email me right now. you never responded to my email. we have much to talk about.
posted by rayve nation
@ 03:12
- - - - - - -
so drunk and lusty.
"you have no messages".
or do I?
Is my boy sending me messages?
Is he thinking about me as much as I do him.
Air,
The French band
Not the new CD
and not the chemical component that causes life.
posted by Record Album
@ 01:13
- - - - - - -
Friday, September 21, 2001
oh, man. back to blogging. i have forgotten how nerdy the entire process is.
i was just looking back at some old bloggs (because of ms. kelly j. coffey and my run-in online stylee with a certain chicago funnyman) and i cannot believe what has changed in the last year and then more so last week.
i talked to bryan and mark tonight which was cool but i have seriously never had to shift my framework of thought so much as i did tonight.
half-brilliant, half-terrifying.
and i dont think i can explain anything to anyone ever again. and i dont really care.
dont wanna sound dark, but has anyone else noticed a darkness to everything since this happened? it could also be that the weather is changing and the sun is going down earlier, i suppose. something is just so different. not bad, so much, just different.
so much i wanna do and i really could do it. at this point i kinda wanna fuckall and just go tao out somewhere.
all my life ive been waiting for something to crumble so i can just do what i really want. up until now i have thought about it in the terms of hitting rock bottom personally, but i wonder if i shouldn't just let this be it. how funny - they shoulda been telling all of us to be waiting for four horsemen to ride up and rescue us, not just one.
posted by vic
@ 00:11
- - - - - - -
Thursday, September 20, 2001
All of you send me your info, please. Specifically Karen. I really miss you. I was just looking at some picture on ha80 when you and becky and mike and courtney are standing together on a boat and it made me really really sad because you were all so carefree and happy. No more carefree. not anymore.
posted by Record Album
@ 12:20
- - - - - - -
Listening to a damn good collection of Soul music that I just bought. Nikki Giovanni has a wonderful spoken word + spirituals CD and everyone should read her because she's a lil' bit of wonderful. Sitting in my underwear = great to be in Montreal. Going to a Ukrainian club beer and pizza thing later. Just feeling like perpetuating the stream of consciousness posts. I heart Martin Luther King, Jr., Kathleen "all feminists are not the fucking same" Hannah, hairless lesbians, and the kid who I have a friend crush on b/c he's gay but was really excited that the Ukrainian club was gonna make pierogies! Goodbye lovers and goodbye forever haters.
posted by Record Album
@ 12:02
- - - - - - -
Monday, September 17, 2001
damn, internet boyfriend strikes again. bam!
gone crazy with thoughts of where ive been and where i am now and the galactic differences between them. how the hell did i get here? where the hell have i been? what the hell am i doing? cant stop thinking about a year in the life. so good to see people that you havent seen in ages. so good to have personal landmarks. nothing is predictable. nobody knows. for the first time ever not even mom knows what is going on.
been flipped upside down. personal life reflects world changes. the personal is political. everything i think is feminism. everything i want is art. all i want to do is speak truth just once.
miss everyone. feel like everyone spreading out and about is a little from column a. and a little from column b. makes the world look a lot smaller and more inviting and comfortable but makes the small and personal feel as though it is missing elements.
fixated on oppression, gender roles and systems of power. imagery includes intertwined guts, endless, winding roads, american cornfields, america the beautiful.
my autistic cousin must be going crazy with all the flags everywhere. that's his fixation.
visions of specific intersections calling me home. cant shake them. setting sun hitting asphalt. used to be safe and sorry. used to not have anything to worry about. used to have routine. used to have one person to think about. fixate on one person and lose all the other imagery.
brain could burst light from every orafice. could gush till the end of time and never dry up.
saw streetlight perspective for the first time in a long time lost in god knows where, wisconsin, with someone who feels good in the passenger seat.
wanna get laid.
"change, shit, i guess change is good for any of us" - 2pac
posted by vic
@ 12:47
- - - - - - -
|
