I remember thinking that it was rather inglorious, the way he pointed the block out to me by the tip of his axe. As if I hadn’t noticed it yet, hadn’t been staring at it the whole walk out there. That’s where it happens, I thought. You can trust that I had examined the whole scene thoroughly.
I don’t very often go on what one would consider to be traditional dates. The idea that I should meet a girl for an assessment before we decide to have sex with each other seems horribly inefficient, and more than a little insulting, to me, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate is exactly what we are.
I have moved in directly across the street from an apartment I lived in eleven years ago, and it sort of feels as if my life has been reset to that point. I walk the streets here and get a fairly surreal sense of having lost time. I haven’t changed a lot since I was seventeen, and neither, it seems, has the city of New Westminster.
We are both, however, in the midst of extensive revitalization initiatives.
It should really be no secret that I am at least a little prone to this sort of proclamation, but no less am I, this time, sure that it’s right. I can’t — I won’t — ignore what’s inside of me.
I should just say it.
I am in love, simple and plain.
With my own ability to draw flowers HAHAHA YOU THOUGHT I ACTUALLY LIKED YOU
With the Grammys tonight, I’m going to focus on the only three categories that matter, which happen to be the three categories Radiohead are nominated in.
Every other category will be won either by Whitney Houston or any of a plethora of six-year-old girls in oversized sunglasses, and either way the award will be dedicated to Whitney Houston. This is especially true if Whitney actually does win, by foul magicks, and teleports in from the morgue in a puff of angel dust to dedicate every Grammy to herself.
Better to give them all to Radiohead. Since we have only three categories to work with, we can simply ignore the rest of the ceremony. (more…)