Just listened to the Beatles "White Album" today and was constantly reminded of Elliott Smith
Just listened to the Beatles "White Album" today and was constantly reminded of Elliott Smith
I hope Cronulla kick the shit out of the Brisbane Broncos.
And they did...
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Parties and listening to beautiful people talk about love and security and success and babies and homes leaves me despondent. The box boy poet or the car mechanic artist are romantic professions to talk about at parties. But the sign-seeing housecleaner? Bleh. "So what are doing now?" "Nothing." I'm a conversational nightmare at parties because I don't belong to anything. bLEH.
A conversational nightmare ? C'mon CG, you know the drill - you just keep asking questions of the other person until they touch upon a topic of interest to you and then away you go...
Still, I understand it's probably more about living up to some kind of implicit expectation (?) rather than actually assembling words and phrases for use.
I don't know ; I think "sign-seeing housecleaner" is just as intriguing a description as "box-boy poet"...
Thanks everyone. But while they're talking about their awesome design careers and babies and new cars and blah, this is what I have to share, that the house I most often housesit and clean got hit by a drunk driving, uninsured, unlicensed car last night and that I think that's relevant on a greater level. But to go to that "It's relevant!" stage of conversation gets lost on everyone and I'm trapped with the thought alone nodding my head saying I do nothing and talking about how good the artichoke dip tastes. (This picture's kinda cool in an ironic way because you know how I "see signs"? Well their backyard literally has signs hanging all over it that you can see.) None of the animals were hurt thank God. And their neighbor wound up with a truck smashed into their kitchen. Scary.
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Maybe you guys will start seeing my signs too. I mean I yammer on about a deep Egyptian Isis/Osiris connection with him and some dude whose name sounds like Morrissey becomes president of Egypt, it's not a far stretch that the heavens acknowledge our Morrissey as a cosmic Pharoah. But at the end of the day at the LA party with all the hip design and videography professionals, I got nothing to show for my strange art but an inner smile. Which is fine, just hard to make conversation about in the real world.
You know what would be amazing? If he acknowledged my findings. That way my life wouldn't seem a waste. I could go on cleaning rich people's pubes out of the shower and scooping cat boxes while they vacation if my object d'amour said "Hey. She's kinda on to something."
Bleeeeehhhhh. It'll never happen.It's never in this year dammit! Lol.
If harpsichordist Wanda Landowska married Howard Hughes,divorced him and married Henry Kissinger,she'd be Wanda Hughes Kissinger now.
I think the best thing would be if Morrissey absolutely and entirely obliterated your "findings", told you it was all delusional and to forget about it ASAP. Then maybe you could have a hope of moving on and doing something constructive, instead of wasting time feeding and glorifying your own illness. The sad thing is that you will carry on with this nonsense until Morrissey dies, absolutely nothing will stop you, and then you will wake up 60 and alone and wonder what the fuck happened to your life.
I'm thinking about the State Of Origin tonight. I hope the Blues break their six year hoodoo.
God damn it ! Queensland 21 NSW 20...
I think youtube is trying to put a commercial on every single video!!!
I guess my dreams are finally coming true. Or something like that.