Brrrrr. It's so cold in my little outhouse of a room. Outhouse meaning it doesn't feel enclosed within the rest of the apartment, not meaning I go to the bathroom in my bedroom. Oh the elegance of my prose is so startlingly limpid like those epiphany-like eyes you have. All the better to hear you with my dear. And we all know how that story ended -- Aaaaactually, there are lots of little variations on fairy tales like Little Red, like sometimes the grandma comes back or sometimes both get eaten and the "woodsman" isn't always around to save the day. I didn't particularly care for that fairy tale though I did enjoy the sartorial aspect. So stylish AND keeps you warm!
Anyways, not only has it been difficult to not be a failure at life-in-general, it's been difficult to implement this recent plan to "do more things" and stop moping around like that sad little zoloft stone, buying hats to deal with depression like there's no tomorrow. Cuz yknow, I was letting my life pass me by! So I said Stop! I have to grab life by the throat and say, Hey! Be a man! Do the right thing! (Funniest stand-up, like, ever).
Well, I'll let you know how that pans out. So far, I've joined a gym (and go!) and seen a documentary which I might tell you about, re-discovered the joy and frustrations of the NY Public Library, cooked a few things, and the reason I started this update -- went to a concert.
I like Ted Leo's little sartorial anecdote about Staten Island. Ummmm -- the concert, while for a nice cause, was okaaay. Due to time and fuzzy amps, Mr. Leo only got to songs that number less than fingers on that there hand of yours, and, everything was mad late and if I had been Cinderella, I would've been sittin' in my rags without my mousey friends for like an hour. I kind of dug this band, The Head Set. Just kinda fun and poprock. Don't drink with coke or you'll 'splode.
Here's some of their songs:
1982. A good year, right? *wink wink*