1/1/10

Friday. I woke up at 8am. Wrote to him. I woke up at 3pm. Got a two cheeseburger meal from McDonald's, which I miss dearly from my hometown. Listened to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Packed, while I ate and listened. Caught train. Got there 10 minutes early. Glad I didn't overestimate time. Caught bus. Wrote on the bus. Still unable to write feelings, partnered with thoughts. I end up feeling thoughts. I have a tendency to do that. Such as, "I feel like you don't give a damn about me." Not "my heart aches" blah blah trite. touchy feely. so opposed. but i must learn. it's definitely a useful skill. Just so opposite to the way I've had to handle things recently. And by "things,"I mean "feelings." Got off the bus. It too, was 10 minutes early. Sat in the cold, my booty on the chilly then bench pavement. Lacked vigilance as i pulled hat from my deteriorating travel bag. It was gold. Smile. Ha. Waited maybe 20 min for my Dad to pick me up. Around 15 started talking to myself about how much this waiting has colored my relationships with people. Got in the car. Came home. The rest... is the rest.

So, the song I heard in my head that made me want to listen to RHCP

"21st Century" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers



I just kept hearing,

"Read me your scripture
Read me your scripture
And I will twist it.

Give me your wrist and
Give me your wrist and
I will kiss it."

That alone is something to think about. Which I will do, some other time.