novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dave the moon man it's the middle of the week and i don't have to babysit tonight or i'm boring you listen to looper and put away laundry. while slowly picking apart the pile on the floor, you find in its folds a scented candle. you light it and decide it doesn't smell like disgusting potpourri. you vaguely remember buying it for a dollar at IKEA. but you still feel strange about scented candles, you have attached this stigma to them-- older women who feather their hair and spend all their time in the bathroom like things like scented candles. as you survey your apartment, you make mental notes on what to sell or give away. goodbye lamp, polka-dotted rug. goodbye foldup picnic table and its four chairs. oh loveseat you have to go. your back is broken and when it rains you smell like wet cat. suddenly while you stand over the broken loveseat, you decide you will find a sport. why not? you've been forced to try nearly all of them as a kid. this is monumental because you hate sports. what can you devote attention to, and what will actually hold your interest? you need regular exercise but working out for the sake of working out makes you feel like you should own more scented candles. or polka-dotted rugs. 10:58 pm - 12.11.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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