dear fucking Amazon

I've been trying to give you money for a full day now, but You're Sorry! Something has gone wrong! What the fuck? Just take my damned money.

missing

Woke up this morning to a phantom ache, a nonphysical hole that threatens to fill with sadness or frustration (or, on a *good* day, both; I've had a fair number of *good* days this week). I think it's visceral human contact that's missing from my diet. I've become a gradual addict over the years, I think, but so slowly that I hadn't noticed. People have been very good to make sure I don't lose contact and hibernate, and that's much appreciated; I'd be much worse without it. Sooner now, but not soon enough.

"revelations"

"You're a totaly sensualist, you know."

"You're a huuuge flirt."

Well, yeah :)

music it a catalyst

and also:

Louise Post:Joe Strummer::Nina Gordon:Mick Jones

(by way of partial explanation, Mick Jones' Law)

7

You work very, very hard to be consistent, to live your beliefs, and I find that admirable. Sometimes, I worry that you prefer certitude to potential breadth, and not just in areas where we clash, but in areas where you seem distinctly unhappy. You're very kind to some others, because you think that's what should be done, and I agree with that impulse, but I'd like to see you extend that kindness, even/especially encompassing yourself.

desideranda

I want to drink in a small, local bar with Regina Spektor late into the night, as all the other patrons begin to trickle out and the staff starts looking suspiciously at the remaining stragglers, deciding if they're cool or should be pushed out. I want to drink enough to be sloppily outgoing, fearless and a little flirty, but sober enough to note what subjects summon the shift in speech patterns, like a patient, cautious hunter of both that accent and that smile. If there's a piano, even better.