January 06, 2003 -

buzzsaw, click, down to the floor and yr left alone in teh midmorning light fading quickly with yr favorite europop hits on the radio given to you by a pop princess who surpasses normal human understanding.. lush, sausages, rain, stella, pasties, and dancin away the new year to electropunk hits.. leaving as fast as you came regret is the worse feeling so you tune it all out and listen to neil gaiman read you a children's story on a two hour bus ride and then and eight hour flight.. round round.. back to the colder country when blizzard of unkwown proportions takes control of the eastern coastline.. all you have is yr memories of cookin in the new and old kitchens, walking and shopping for others, no bus rides or trips to the capitol this time.. a few classic records found in a ymca shop satifies the need for cheap yet quality tunes.. a house of beer stained carpets and damp cigarette bugs soiled couches.. it all seems like a blur, how fitting..