|
.old. .new. .guestbook. .notes. .email.
.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. I needed last night. 2004-11-20 3:51 pm The fog, the music, the freeway. The fattening hamburger and traffic jams. The window-licking storefronts and plum wine gobbling at a sushi restaurant. The browsing of popKiller and smokeshops, the velvet rose cigarette case, the cherry smokes and donuts, the cold apple juice. The albums: Manics, Zero 7, Craig Armstrong, Blue Nile. Very chill and smoothly made. And new. I needed new music like nothing else. It's been so gross. I can't get up in the morning, the sky's blanked out with cloud, I keep missing appointments, and I have no time for my own. Tonight will be relaxing, but I wish I were somewhere else. It's Yoshiki's birthday and I want to make him a cake, but I can't cook and he won't care. I'll send him vibes of something beautiful.
|