No. 48: Broom People

The last few days have been a bit nutty.

Wednesday was jam packed. Could've been very stressed, but it ended generally well, with listening to the Cool Kids. More people need to listen to Mike's radio show on Wednesday nights from 11 to 12, b/c it's actually quite good.

Thursday was equally busy. Woke up and had a nice long breakfast with the girls. Natalie had me model for her photography project. It involved me sitting with my arms in an incredibly uncomfortable position for a bit and looking at her as though she were my husband. Then I went to work. I like working at Carma's. The environment is very relaxed. I've never washed that many dishes in my life, however. But that's fine. It's extra bank towards ink and Film society.
Came back, changed, went to the reading with Michael. I've missed readings, and I'm glad Beth Anne and Tom were the first ones. Heartily enjoyed it. Maybe one of the best bits was listening to Matt Smith, who sat in front of us, laugh at all the poet jokes. And also, the poetess's shoes were insane.

Long after, and after Bible study, Michael, Nici (his friends, my new friend), went to Rocket to Venus in Hampton. It was the epitome of hipsterdom, but I enjoyed it. Walking back was momentarily sketch when a crazy white van pulled up along side us and slowly drove for a bit. Turned out it was parking. At Chez Normyle, we had hipster photo shoot, which was absurd, but a good time. Not all in all a bad way to spend a night.

Had a talk with Matthew. It's pretty much done. I wasn't okay with that in the least, this entire week. Everything felt unsettled. But now it's done, and I can stop listening to my depressed songs playlist and actually enjoy my life right now.
I was missing people who relate to me, and generally understand my neuroses, but I've got to learn to handle these sort of things on my own, I suppose. There's other things to deal with. Spoke with B and la Heeb and my Tess. It's good for me to connect to home base I think.

I feel as though this blog has just been lacking, lately. I'll try to be relatively more winsome and amusing. For you, dear ones, for you.

H.

PS. Buck 65-- check him out. "Blood of a Young Wolf". Trust me.