Is that a real hug or are you just kidding?

Ah Albuquerque: so weird, so hot.
Almost a year here and just in this last two weeks I finally feel like I live here.
Not just live here but live here.
It's been a while since I lived anywhere really.
I guess when you're on the brink of escape, that sweet ecstasy of already leaving in your head and heart takes you away from the place you still seem to be at.
Your feet are still standing on the same sidewalk you've seemed to be standing on since you were tiny.
Holy Shit I hated my hometown. The four restaurants I always frequented, the same kids I grew up with, the same mindless gossip we all knew about.
It's crazy that now that I'm here, in Albuquerque, I miss that old place.

I miss that walk to my grandma's house, I miss not having to explain why I view things a little differently. Because when you were there, we all had these stange tendencies. We all knew the homeless guy named Skip (we all have a story with him in it), we all know that the little bubble we've created in that town wasn't really how the rest of the world worked. Our tendencies came from our commonalities, from those commonalities.
Oh well, I still hate going there. I'll complain the whole time. I'll still go the same restaraunts, I'll even order the same thing. I'll probably see Skip at his usual post by the Spic and Span. I'll see the same friends I've had since I could remember.
But I'll be different, because I don't live there anymore. I live here, in weird, hot Albuquerque.

Today's Tuneage:

Poor Little City Boy by Nedelle

Please,Baby,Please

So I went to the shrink this morning expecting to bitch about my ridiculous obsession with this Jane Austen book but somehow it went in this weird fucked up direction.

I mean, does everything always have to resort back to our parents? Seriously.
Does this happen to everyone? Did Freud ruin it for all mankind??
Can we not have original thoughts about our own messed up existences without it being tainted by an old german guy?
I mean he had issues too.
He had sex with 15 year olds and shit. Bleh.
Well I think he did anyway.



Maybe he doesn't have that much of a pull with me but still, you have to wonder.Have we all just stopped creating original thoughts and opinions. Have we all numbed everything down to the opinions of like a dozen guys who,its safe to say, may have been wrong? I mean maybe Marx had a point or Picasso did blow away realist perspectives. Shit. Maybe picasso just couldn't draw very well. Maybe Marx just couldn't really succeed in a regular society.
Maybe I'm just bitter.

Today's Tuneage:
1969 and I wanna be Your Dog by The Stooges (I wonder who else is a stooge...)

Cloudy Cloudy Days

Eatin some cold pizza, headed to the library.

Yes the library!!!! I miss reading books. Those commercials with alec baldwin eating people's fomer brains because of so much tv seems a little too close to home sometimes. Stupid Alec Baldwin.

I had a dream about him once. We sat on a bench in my hometown and he talked to me about growing up.

I think I was 14 when I had that dream..

I bet you 20 fuckin dollars that when alec baldwin has to appear in your dreams and tell you what the fuck's up, you are one strange girl my friend.

Today's Tuneage:

Cherry Tempo's new album: The Hunter and The Fog (Amazing Albuquerque Band)

My first post! woot.

So this is my first post. You've officially read my first post. Stay tuned!