chesterfield drama queen

Oh goodness, this is a really good cup of coffee. And this is a really good iP0d, what with its Ais1er's Set and all...and man did I ever crash out last night. GB had a show and his band played not one but THREE sets and happy for me he didn't mind that I wanted/needed to go home after the first set at 11:30. I headed straight home, washed my face and was asleep by the time my head hit the pillow - a rarity for me.

It was just a long, looooooooong day....super busy at work and then GB's car broke down and THEN the tow truck that picked him up broke down. Seriously.

Anyway...we're happy to find out this morning that the repairs (for a blown radiator and thermostat) plus the new brakes he already needed will "only" cost about $700. He really needs a new car but we're trying to wait until the end of the year because our new, lovely house-related tax benefits will kick in at the start of January.

Speaking of house - the current owners? Are pissing me off. And pissing off our realtor -which is *really* saying something because she's normally so calm and cheerful. They're dragging their heels on various things and now the closing date has been pushed back a week. Feh on that, but what else can we do?

. . . .

Last night at the show I felt a bit removed from everyone but then again, what else is new? K. can laugh and talk with anyone. Me? No, not so much. She can get into deep conversations with anyone. Me? I freeze and stick to the surface like my tongue is frozen against ice - all the words come out sounding thick and funny.

Just a thought: i once had a boy (hi Jason!) play J*wbreaker's "Chesterfie1d King" for me as a love song. I mean, really, is it any wonder I've turned out the way I have?:

We stood in your room and laughed out loud.
Suddenly the laughter died
and we were caught in an eye to eye.
We sat on the floor and did we sit close.
I could smell your thoughts and thought.
Do you want to touch a lot like me?
Too scared to say a thing.
I left your house and kicked myself.
I put those feelings on a shelf to die.
I guess I'm not a gambling type
but think of what the two of us had lost.
I needed some time to think it out.
7-Eleven parking lot.
A toothless woman turned and stopped.
I gave her a dime and a Chesterfield.
She leaned down and kissed my cheek.
I was scared but it felt sweet.
Felt so sweet.
She asked me if I had a name.
I told her I was glued up on some chick.
We sat and smoked against the wall.
Drank a beer, felt the chill of fall.
I took my car and drove it down the hill by your house.
I drove so fast.
The wind it couldn't cool me down,
so I turned it around and came back up.
You were waiting on your step,
steam showing off your breath and water in your eyes.
We pulled each other into one,
parkas clinging on the lawn and kissed right there.
Said all my chicks they smoke these things
and handed you a Chesterfield King.
Held your hand and watched TV
and traced the little lines along your palm.

Sorry, that song just popped up on the iP0d and made me feel very teenage-ish...

1:16 pm - 05.24.05

sounds: iP0d
words: work stuff
i am: getting random on you


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