we held each other close that night
we prayed it would last forever
*
damn modern technology. i somehow found a quote from a movie that i like that actually sums up everything with the x and i can't get it in here. so close yet so far. it basically goes like this:
in hindsight, i realize all our good times were based around two things, sex and watching tv in bed.
regardless, i still highly recommend LA Story. the second to last good thing he did in the 90's (can't forget The Spanish Prisoner).
*
still no tv, but i'm finding this to be ok since the next three weeks are on the road. i've watched movies i forgot about (The Celebration) and others i'm finding i like simply for their score anymore (Highlander). i look at my place now and am amazed: i have so little, yet have more than i thought. my desk, bitch that it is, finally here. my great-aunts dining room set, the most comfortable green sectional you'll ever sleep on (i should know)...music, clothes, books, things i forgot about and stir memories of such things i tossed aside.
*
and i look at myself in the mirror, scrawled with my plans for tomorrow...so much to do, so little time. dry-erase markers are great, btw. my typewriter is on my desk for the first time in 5 years. i cleaned out most of the drawers a few days ago but the financials, need to find out about those. seven years? what do i know.
*
the one thing i've learned from the past several years of having my life in storage: hold that which you hold most valuable close and never let go.
*
damn modern technology. i somehow found a quote from a movie that i like that actually sums up everything with the x and i can't get it in here. so close yet so far. it basically goes like this:
in hindsight, i realize all our good times were based around two things, sex and watching tv in bed.
regardless, i still highly recommend LA Story. the second to last good thing he did in the 90's (can't forget The Spanish Prisoner).
*
still no tv, but i'm finding this to be ok since the next three weeks are on the road. i've watched movies i forgot about (The Celebration) and others i'm finding i like simply for their score anymore (Highlander). i look at my place now and am amazed: i have so little, yet have more than i thought. my desk, bitch that it is, finally here. my great-aunts dining room set, the most comfortable green sectional you'll ever sleep on (i should know)...music, clothes, books, things i forgot about and stir memories of such things i tossed aside.
*
and i look at myself in the mirror, scrawled with my plans for tomorrow...so much to do, so little time. dry-erase markers are great, btw. my typewriter is on my desk for the first time in 5 years. i cleaned out most of the drawers a few days ago but the financials, need to find out about those. seven years? what do i know.
*
the one thing i've learned from the past several years of having my life in storage: hold that which you hold most valuable close and never let go.
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