Tuesday, October 23, 2012
solitudinous
Too many things I could do, free in twenty minutes, one obligation hopefully brief, because introversion is calling, the lack of sleep is starting to nip, the need for alone-time palpable. I'll be housesitting this week back in the old almost-hood, with the Jungle Puppy and the two cats. It's a good night for tuneage in Clevelandia, with Dinosaur Jr. on one side (being a grunge kid, I should worship the guy, but I just haven't gotten there) and chick fronted doomeriffery a bit closer to home. I need tea and sleep and time to meditate... hopefully that comes.
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You just wanted to put on an old pair of jams and thrash out.
ReplyDeleteThey weren't official jams like yours, but around that same time period, I did own bright green hibiscus-flowered pedal-pushers that even with my lack of fashion sensibility, I rarely wore.
DeleteIs it any wonder why our clothes are so monochrome now?
http://hcl.harvard.edu/poetryroom/listeningbooth/index.cfm#
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