01.16.2003 10:15 pm
somebody, something

needed a new entry to cover up that last one. something i don't need to be reminded of.

(dar williams - kind of love you never recover from)

anna's boyfriend is the best guitarist i think i've ever heard. he has magic in his fingers. i tried to tell him that tonight, on the phone, but i think i only came off as a crackhead. he never just sits in our room and plays for people, and he should, so everyone could hear his mad stylings, yo. he would win people over. it's the kind of sound that grabs you, so you want to spend time trying to track the sound down, like with jason mraz songs. he could seriously have a great following. i'm proud of him, vicariously. it's not everyday that you get to hear a talent like that, especially when you get to hear it as you're falling asleep after a day that should have been an impossible day but in which you had methodically stuffed everything away inside you so it can't come out and catch you... like a dentist appointment you had forgotten about, but then you get that call from the kindly receptionist, "hi, this is kathy from dr. olson's office, just calling to let you know that you have an appointment tomorrow to have your cavity filled." and it's the middle of the summer, and you really don't feel like sitting in that dentist's chair, with the foreign dental hygenist asking you questions which are impossible to answer when you have a big metal pick in your mouth, and besides, they air condition the shit outta that place, so you're freezing cold under that little blue napkin they pin around your neck, to keep the chair neat and clean when you suddenly start haemorrhaging from the gums.

i auditioned for "machinal" tonight. i thought it went pretty well... i poured my all into the final monologue, and returned to my room quite shaken. "somebody--something."

somebody. something.

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