My da's birthday. I got him a book on the "real" inventor of flight, a flight mag on old planes, a school atlas and that's about it.
What's different with me these days?
I have a new ring on my right pinky. Lora's ring from 1995. How much passion could you pack into six months? I wouldn't have believed it.
I get twice as much ice cream as I used to, a litre now where I had a half litre.
In Coles I parallel a queue with not one but 4 hot hot girls. And instead of blanking my mind I can now let my mind run free. Unfortunately I still have no balls to ask any of em out, but yesterday I definitely made eye contact for over 100 milliseconds, a new record for me. I am sure the girl, straight red here, simple one piece dress (comes off nice n easy), was tuning me, her 2 flatmates I was sure were checking me out to see if I was checking red out, so I ended up not knowing where to look.
Red ended up walking off to the bakery while her 2 hot friends did the purchasing.
Hot. I listen to great poetry on the way to work. And this is how I write?
Well, there's nothing better than a hot fresh lady. No hangups, no bullshit, just hot me-to-you promise of carnal communication.
S rings despairing over some cash I promised her for a doc this Thursday, she puts on a cold distant voice, refuses to smalltalk, so what should I do but let her go? She gives no signal at all that she wants anything to do with me "except as friend/financier."
Chicks hey. Time for a little hedonism I would say.
No gabo today, none since I awoke yesterday morning. I guess I had the cash, just promised it to S for muff repairs. She's on the phone today hassling me for it 4 days earlier, either she doesn't trust me to keep it to Thursday or she's keen to use it for gabo herself, or perhaps a more rational explanation. She gets paid on Thursday.
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Is it possible that God is working through my PC? I only say this because my Win Media PLayer has developed some kind of slow bug these last few days, ever since I dragged and dropped the whole 43 GB of it to another HDD before I did some iTunes editing. Afraid of losing all that beautiful soul in the form of 1s and 0s.
Anyway, I just double clicked a Cat Power Song, "Half Of You" from a Cd I bought yesterday. I sat for a second and it didn't start. No big deal, this is what happens at the moment. I decided to shower, get ready for beddy byes.
SO I showered, brushed my teeth, then just as I turned off the tap and ceased all noisy watery noises, Cat started up with her soulful melodies.
Maybe it's the use of the word soul. Songs do have souls, there is soul music even, and Cat Power does have soulful melodies. So why should I be surprised when all this concentrated soulfulness develops a little consciousness of its own and knows exactly when to start playing.
Next it'll know my feelings, my moods. It'll refuse to play anymore Portishead when I'm depressed, no more Velvet Underground when I'm stoned, and play upbeat 80s Womack and Womack when I awake.
I'm sure a debugger could trace the source of the delay, but then maybe not. What if it's one of those PC problems that the nerds say "I could find out what the problem is but it wouldn't be worth it - it'd take dozens of hours, and it's cheaper just to delete the app and re install".
Delete the app? When it has developed consciousness? I think not.
I, meanwhile, will stay here by my PC and listen for whispered words of encouragement in the silence between the tracks.