Monday, March 13, 2006 // 1:22 AM

i have a new comic book, and very tired feet. ella has had a very good day, a very good last few hours. marvin and kinyip are good company, and i have not been silly like that for a long long time. muahahaha.

i love it when we can laugh at ourselves. singing songs out of nowhere into a half-sweltering night, walking for hours and hours with no where really, to go. this does feel like a holiday, because here are two other people who have absolutely nothing to do with themselves. i didn't do a single piece of work today and i am happy, muchly muchly.

my life up til now:
1) beatles - eleanor rigby
2) sheryl crow - if it makes you happy
2) garbage - when i grow up
3) garbage - milk
3) garbage - you look so fine
3) cranberries - linger
4) placebo - without you i'm nothing
4) breeze - just a feeling
4) joseph arthur - honey and the moon
5) eels - i need some sleep
5) our lady peace - happiness is not a fish that you can catch
5) electric soft parade - silent to the dark
5) depeche mode - somebody
5) matchbox 20 - bent
6) radiohead - no alarms no surprises
7) barenaked ladies - call and answer
8) aimee mann - save me
8) three libras - perfect circle
9) alanis morissette - that i would be good

10) silers bald - grace
11) jars of clay - world apart

12) joni mitchell - both sides now (projected)

k_______: i tried to find a song to fill the space in my life where you once were. you sent me a lot of songs, they used to mean a whole heck lot to me. and now i can't remember a single one, oh well, oh well. you've been fully out of my life, for sufficiently long a time, and you really don't mean anything to me at all. not even enough for me to blog about, seriously. but years wise i realise, that was quite a while, wasn't it? to be so focused on just one person, it felt like forever, it felt like my entire lower secondary life. i don't think i ever cared about you for real at all.

i want to be able to. play the piano gorgeously freestyle, again. how did i do it, once, it was only that once. i was a gorgeous piano player for i think, two days. and then my hands, the portion of my head that is my musical sense. just didn't know what to do with themselves, anymore.