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frances the bitch
Sep. 4th, 2004 03:51 amlet's see, here's my day. random bullshit morning stuff, including soy pancakes (not bad). denis and i worked on some music, i think. we had already cleared the patio, so it was empty when: fire rescue came and were poking around at our patio and looking in at us. they asked us if we called them and we said "no", and they just ran away after saying some weird shit. strange!
in my mind i had accelerated Frances' coming and figured it'd come fuck shit up today...but no, just the tendrils hit us and made it windy and rainy.
By dinnertime we decided to drink some wine and go biking and that was quite fun. everything's boarded up and you don't have to worry about cars. i must say that boca raton (or at least our little slice of it) is a lot better without these cars. i know this sounds really dumb but i have been living a bit more recklessly since news of the hurricane. after i clocked out of work yesterday i just felt like i had already had my share of 'fearful preventativeness' backing shit up to tape, and fedexing the tapes to the west coast, and bagging up hardware. in the car or on the bike, i'll just skid in the rain like no one could possibly be around the corner (who would be so stupid?). when walking i cross the street without looking. i do this because it's pretty easy to see that people have either gotten the fuck out of dodge or are cowering in their kitchen glued to the tv on channel 3 or 4 or 5 or whatever else is mirroring the latest recycled Frances babble.
It's a good time to write music, I guess. I wish it was a better time to take photos..but things still seem too ordinary. Aside from some really interesting sunlight, everything looks the same, just emptier, and plywood over the glass. i want pictures of chaos, fish in the backyard, mailbox in the pool, etc. I don't mean that I want bad things to happen. Some kid in Nassau died; he was 18. Bleh.
back to today, hmm. the biking was fun. then we went to hang out with some friends out west. we played cards and drank and barely mentioned the hurricane until the rain started blowing sideways and made us go inside. i was thinking about how nice it'd be to have a girlfriend right now because we'd have nothing to do but eat, watch tv, go on adventures, and when we got 'caned in, make music, read books, practice making babies, cuddle, and sleep. i've cut off so many female ties, it's not even funny. but maybe that's exactly what i wanted to do so i could start anew. i guess since this is my journal i should now admit that i have had two dreams about hali in the past week or so...in them we were getting along fine...and when i woke up i almost believed it was true; how silly of me. one of these days my hopeful idealism is going to nip me in the ass hard with a mallet or other heavy bludgeoning kinda thing.
sorry for the stupid writing style but i am drunk.
in my mind i had accelerated Frances' coming and figured it'd come fuck shit up today...but no, just the tendrils hit us and made it windy and rainy.
By dinnertime we decided to drink some wine and go biking and that was quite fun. everything's boarded up and you don't have to worry about cars. i must say that boca raton (or at least our little slice of it) is a lot better without these cars. i know this sounds really dumb but i have been living a bit more recklessly since news of the hurricane. after i clocked out of work yesterday i just felt like i had already had my share of 'fearful preventativeness' backing shit up to tape, and fedexing the tapes to the west coast, and bagging up hardware. in the car or on the bike, i'll just skid in the rain like no one could possibly be around the corner (who would be so stupid?). when walking i cross the street without looking. i do this because it's pretty easy to see that people have either gotten the fuck out of dodge or are cowering in their kitchen glued to the tv on channel 3 or 4 or 5 or whatever else is mirroring the latest recycled Frances babble.
It's a good time to write music, I guess. I wish it was a better time to take photos..but things still seem too ordinary. Aside from some really interesting sunlight, everything looks the same, just emptier, and plywood over the glass. i want pictures of chaos, fish in the backyard, mailbox in the pool, etc. I don't mean that I want bad things to happen. Some kid in Nassau died; he was 18. Bleh.
back to today, hmm. the biking was fun. then we went to hang out with some friends out west. we played cards and drank and barely mentioned the hurricane until the rain started blowing sideways and made us go inside. i was thinking about how nice it'd be to have a girlfriend right now because we'd have nothing to do but eat, watch tv, go on adventures, and when we got 'caned in, make music, read books, practice making babies, cuddle, and sleep. i've cut off so many female ties, it's not even funny. but maybe that's exactly what i wanted to do so i could start anew. i guess since this is my journal i should now admit that i have had two dreams about hali in the past week or so...in them we were getting along fine...and when i woke up i almost believed it was true; how silly of me. one of these days my hopeful idealism is going to nip me in the ass hard with a mallet or other heavy bludgeoning kinda thing.
sorry for the stupid writing style but i am drunk.
