iDOlove

and i do i do i do.   perhaps this is a habit thing  and all
i need to do is start writing everyday and i can manage to carry it on much more often.
When I was in philly, I worked at the “crooked frame” cafe.. and when i did this younger and prettier boy used to come in for coffee.
he happened to go to temple and we often were chatty..  i never made it out on a date with him and it was my fault for acting unavailable probably due to what at the time was a recent big break up.   that sweetheart once left a package there for me… it was a great collage of photos along with a mix cd titles “a mix for you”… i listen to that mix very often.. its full of great stuff like james taylor and things from the amalie sndtrk.

thing is… where IS THIS GUY?  just that i’m so often listening to his choice of music and yet he is forever gone… i even, in boredom attempted to myspace temple students that age.. but alas, there are 7000 and i don’t have that kind of patience.

i spoke with heidi yesterday..  it was her birthday and she sounded so lovely.  i will perhaps see her for a brief moment on my spurred trip to upsate ny in oct.

i will put weLove on a post-it on my computer at work and perhaps will have more to say with a reminder.
usually every night after whatever amount of wine i’ve had i wish i could dictate…  dragging a cigarette on my porch i wish that someone would take notes, then post for me.
OH NO AM IN LA TOO LONG?

so its the month of august… and i am on a total routine based and perfect young adult life.  work and grocery store and stop off at the dry cleaners.    my favorite new activity is to start my day long before work… so im going to bed earlier.. (still late) and getting up at 6am… (or later) and wondering my house then heading out with … NY TIMES!!..    so sad this great cafe by my house, the downbeat.. . has had a structure fire and so is indefinately closed…  SOOO.. i’ve been going to this great starbucks because they have good parking and outside seating and in the morning rush i don’t think anyone minds or notices that i don’t even go in and buy anything.. i usually bring a glass of juice and read outside for and hour… what a morning!

did i tell you about the peewee showing??  it was at the famous hollywood cemetery (YES!) and you sit off to the side of this big old tombstones (not on them whatsoever…) and they play projected movies… and picnics and wine are welcome!   what a blast.. peewee himself showed up to talk and he got the biggest drunk hipster standing ovation… like nothing i ever seen!

i’m eating edemame.  i’ve gone vegetarian past few months since really getting into michael pollan books.
(dictated, not read)
decemberists song of the day:

when we arrive
sons & daughters
we’ll make our homes on the water
we’ll build our walls aluminum
we’ll fill our lives with cinnamon now

these currents pull us ‘cross the border
steady your boats
arms to shoulder
’till tides are pulled
hold our grounds
making this cold harbor now home

take up your arm
sons and daughters
we will arise from the bunkers
by land, by sea, by dirrigible
we’ll leave our tracks untraceable now

when arrive
sons and daughters
we’ll make our lives on the water
we’ll build our walls aluminum
we’ll fill our mouths cinnamon

when we arrive
sons and daughters
we’ll make our homes on the water
we’ll build our walls aluminum
we’ll fill our mouths cinnamon
(when we arrive sons and daughters
we’ll make our homes underwater
when we build our walls of aluminum
we’ll fill our mouths with cinnamon)

here all the bombs fade away
here all the bombs fade away
here all the bombs fade away
here all the bombs fade away

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