Tuesday, 13 February 2007
Tuesdays.
I spent all the money in my wallet, again. I think I have a problem. My fingertips burn when I touch money, so it's just a whole lot easier to spend it and be scar free. What's worse is I keep buying c.d's, which means, if I tell my friends this, they won't even understand, because they download e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Music, films, jokes, cartoons, hell... probably even sex. (They are men...and a few of them wouldn't deny this fact.) My dad, a long time ago, bought me a modern music thing... not an iPod... something else, but I don't use it. I feel guilty about that. But there's something about c.d's that I love. The fact that they're all just there... each with their own little bit of personality, not necessarily alphabatised in some tiny box that's meant to make music so much more efficient. Fuck effeciency. If music was meant to be neat, we'd still be stuck in the days of new-vogue being King. I want messy. I want my c.d covers to be strewn around my room with it's indian throws, chandeleir and chaise, with... of course, my orange traffic pylon in the middle of my room. Dylan, Waits, Little Birdy, CCR, Oasis, The Verve... let them be part of my mess, and not in some little box.
Right, now that i've talked myself up to it, i'm going to tell my friends that I blew all my wallet cash on c.d's, and that i DO NOT want to go to some stupid v-day thing tomorrow. I'll stay at home with my black rose, if it comes.
Right, now that i've talked myself up to it, i'm going to tell my friends that I blew all my wallet cash on c.d's, and that i DO NOT want to go to some stupid v-day thing tomorrow. I'll stay at home with my black rose, if it comes.
# posted by Hil : Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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