+ Oh, and I got my hair cut. It's amazing what you get when they ask, "What are you going for?" and you reply, "1930's Depression era, y'know, Dustbowl Chic." It makes me want to take up a hungry rake and a trapdoor basement full of illegal booze. I'm so post-brand-new-retro it's sick.

xx,
i.

+ God, I'm lazy. While I have all these singles, I went out and bought it (Push Barman to Open Old Wounds / Belle & Sebastian) without a regret. Their "best" one yet, definitely with most of my favorites.

perhonen is right...

"L.O.V.E. / it's coming back / it's coming back /
L.O.V.E. / get out of the office / and into the sunshine"*sigh*  Now, that is a ( Read more... )

+ Woo! Going to go see Tilly and the Wall with Lindsey. (The internet is now UP!UP!UP! Finally, thanks to the housemates 24hour effort). I'm practicing tap-dancing so I can throw mean percussion with Jamie ( Read more... )

+ How the hand-wound slowly sews itself and then puckers into the palm, no farewell when it's tucked away and gone. After an "unfortunate encounter" last week when after midnight a homeless person knocked me in the head with a plastic pipe and I ran way only to fall down drunk over a craggy sidewalk and scraping up my face, arm and hand, I've ( Read more... )

+ I just got in from a midnight stroll across town after spending an hour deep-cleaning my old apt. While I tried to do my best (even w/o a vacuum), I admit I was rushing to get out of there. It was creepy w/o furniture in there, as if the place wasn't creepy enough. So I wiped down crevices, mopped the floors and "swept" the carpet. The bathroom ( Read more... )

+ Review: I worked plenty last week to make me limp, but I still managed to squeeze in some midnight moving thanks to Joe and Davey. Somehow the master packer Joe could squeeze a lot of books and bounty into the back of his tiny car. Wow. Davey brought over his Bronco for the bookshelves and bigger sh*t. Now in my new apartment with its massive ( Read more... )

+ Oh, to be in love with your friends. Not sexual love, although it can be erotic. Sometimes I will kiss them quickly on the cheek or wrap my arms to cocoon them much brotherly, not to confuse them but to let them know I can *love* in my clumsy, coy way. However, l-o-v-e is a broken mirror, an inept microwave. It's possible to be so chock full of ( Read more... )

+ Gosh, this is cheap and shameless. In lieu of immediate catch-up with what has gone on during my LJ-MIA or just where my head's at, send me some Qs and I'll respond with the As.

Otherwise I'll just let it all leak out like faucet-drips or flooded fury. Time will tell.

x.
Isom

+ My feet are muscled up balls of knotted skin, how I'd imagine fleshed out concrete might feel. They're my best friends, for sure. After two days of non-stop working, walking and stand-dancing, they're going to take a break right now. I closed at Target (where I'm a manager), then opened the next morning, only to agree for a shift at Barnes & ( Read more... )

+ Hrmmmm. I've missed this place a lot, wondering what spot it might hold for me now. Soon I've got to do a nice (but swift) update and recognize *what* journaling can be. Truthfully, I check in now and then to secretly fondle bits of my friends list. (Now, that's not as naughty as it sounds.) So, here in Little Rock, it's time to do some ( Read more... )