uhart and lcd soundsystem and gtown and some sickness
210 cavan lane.
i am here. the living room. the television on as usual. mom downstairs sewing away. dad listening to interesting things on his computer. adam in his room. closed door, but always an invite to come and sing. and we do that some times. usually about God. and its nice. and so im sitting here and, in view of this thursday... it would only be appropriate to tell you that i am thankful for them.
nothing at all to do. thats right.
a little weird.
i went out to uhart this weekend to visit my beloved. eryn joel cooney. she is beautiful and interesting and weird and completely not normal and a bit crazy perhaps. and the most wonderfullest. we stayed out late, i walked in some triangles, decided to stay there even longer. ate sushi, sipped coffee through a straw, and eventually made the pilgrimage back home to a mattress on the floor and layer of dust.
i once equated this house to death in a conversation with adam merten.
when i come back here i feel like i am regressing.
when i come back here i feel like someone pressed the pause button.
when i come back here i wonder if it really has to be this way.
so today i created a rather large box of good will giveaways. every crevice had its dust sucked away. the blue carpet that smelled bad when we moved here in sixth grade got cleaned.... again. the bed was dismantled. i think it represented a different beth, so i tore it to pieces and its sitting in its garage-like tomb with the rest of my family's clutter.
210 cavan lane = love/hate for sure.
eryn got deathly sick after i left. we spooned all night so i too will get sick no doubt. i feel it coming on.
in fact. i just stopped blogging because i had a sudden realization that i was indeed very ill.
2 packs of generic tylenol cold/sinus, a thing of Cold-eeze drops and 3 gatoraids later... im back. CVS24. thank you.
last night we traveled to Boston. to the Roxy to stand in front of LCD Soundsystem as they played for us. it was like 1983 all over again. his voice, their music, my dancing. lots of random jerking about as we moved to the beat because it was clearly how one SHOULD dance to this music. if you heard it, you would dance that way too. its so embedded within the music that you cant really get away from it.... and then someone would ask you where your leg warmers, side ponny tale and off the shoulder sweater was. you would tell them that those were sooo last season.
hard rock cafe was nice. spooning with katie scott was even better. this cough drop is just about finished. and so am i.
i am here. the living room. the television on as usual. mom downstairs sewing away. dad listening to interesting things on his computer. adam in his room. closed door, but always an invite to come and sing. and we do that some times. usually about God. and its nice. and so im sitting here and, in view of this thursday... it would only be appropriate to tell you that i am thankful for them.
nothing at all to do. thats right.
a little weird.
i went out to uhart this weekend to visit my beloved. eryn joel cooney. she is beautiful and interesting and weird and completely not normal and a bit crazy perhaps. and the most wonderfullest. we stayed out late, i walked in some triangles, decided to stay there even longer. ate sushi, sipped coffee through a straw, and eventually made the pilgrimage back home to a mattress on the floor and layer of dust.
i once equated this house to death in a conversation with adam merten.
when i come back here i feel like i am regressing.
when i come back here i feel like someone pressed the pause button.
when i come back here i wonder if it really has to be this way.
so today i created a rather large box of good will giveaways. every crevice had its dust sucked away. the blue carpet that smelled bad when we moved here in sixth grade got cleaned.... again. the bed was dismantled. i think it represented a different beth, so i tore it to pieces and its sitting in its garage-like tomb with the rest of my family's clutter.
210 cavan lane = love/hate for sure.
eryn got deathly sick after i left. we spooned all night so i too will get sick no doubt. i feel it coming on.
in fact. i just stopped blogging because i had a sudden realization that i was indeed very ill.
2 packs of generic tylenol cold/sinus, a thing of Cold-eeze drops and 3 gatoraids later... im back. CVS24. thank you.
last night we traveled to Boston. to the Roxy to stand in front of LCD Soundsystem as they played for us. it was like 1983 all over again. his voice, their music, my dancing. lots of random jerking about as we moved to the beat because it was clearly how one SHOULD dance to this music. if you heard it, you would dance that way too. its so embedded within the music that you cant really get away from it.... and then someone would ask you where your leg warmers, side ponny tale and off the shoulder sweater was. you would tell them that those were sooo last season.
hard rock cafe was nice. spooning with katie scott was even better. this cough drop is just about finished. and so am i.
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