awakeawakeawake. and nothing to do but attempt to rewrite my entry because the internet is a bitch.

my mouth is all sugary from strawberry banana to raspberry pineapple or some other unnatural fruit flavor combination brought to you by your favorite hard candy. my fingers are stinging from several notes over and over again in distinct reptition yet running and running farther and farther away from each other, only to crash head on, only to crash and go BOOM! and now here we lay in pieces on the floor hoping against all opposition we can find how to fit all of it together. and i can hear it, i can see it, and for fourtyfive minutes we were nothing but each other and i gave it all i had cause we just need to get it straightened out. against the idea that this is all new and none of it is mine, afraid i've heard it all before. afraid that someday soon when i finally open the box i've been digging for, i'll find nothing but boring empty cardboard and perhaps a moth or two to fly out and run towards the light. burn your little feet and rest. cause if it had been the real thing you would have been incinerated.

last time i tried to write to say there was this denison marrs cd nick wanted. it was at best buy, but the store in lakeland had the free shirt and sticker. i told my mom i'd buy if she'd fly and on our way we went to rush in like a tornado on jake the friendly record store employee, only to run out in two point five minutes. my mother is wonderful and instant contagious energy, even without her hot ass camaro. (she traded it in for a hyundai accent. she is a traitor.)

and the drive was oh so worth it. for the smile and the smile and thte a;dlkfjaaf. i can't get enough. i'm greedy and addicted or maybe this is sitting across a room from someone and being happy just because you're there. it's sillyness and i love it and i smile all day long.

and this cd, oh this denison marrs. we opened it in the car and listened to it on the way home (because i can only listen to so much warm 94.1 smoooth jazzzz) and as soon as i got home i copied it (because dear mom would like one too) and i tell you. this song. one song. makes it worth ten drives to lakeland. oh, christian rock band, what have you done to me.

today there was no work by orders of eleni-- i needed to rest. yesterday work was interrupted by The Pain and i ended up sitting in the stock room for an hour and then having to leave for lack of ability to stand and move, and generally this is vital to the job of the waitress. no work tomorrow for it is friday and i have the show at night. saturday there is no work! there is a radio show and a wedding on the beach at sunset, but no work! and sunday, there is never any work, but a denison marrs show at the orpheum for seven dollars.

no work so don't spend your money girl unless you want to but go to the show and the radio and the beach and see that adorable boy down the way who is wonderful all on his own but also has friends who are better than tv and have a nice day, drive safe, and watch your step on the way out the door into the bright blue sky and the bright green grass and the shadow keeps me safe from the sun.