Love love love this song, for like, ever. Just recently though, I found the video. It's everything I hoped it would be. Ha.
Okay it takes me a very long time to get past things. I attribute this to the fact that I'm super sensitive, but also to the fact that it takes me so long to get into something in the first place.
There are all of these walls. I have to break them down one by one to even get excited about something.
Ironically, I'm usually only about halfway through that process before I have to start building them again. But it still takes a very long time.
Me and my bricks and my mortar. And my love songs. And jazzy outfits.
We'll be here building this wall again, thanks.
The good thing about how long it takes is that once it's done, it's done. I'm bullet proof again. That has its pros and cons, but overall I'm pleased to be able to be flippant about it.
Once the walls are back up I can start coming up with smartass responses and janky metaphors.
For instance: a few days ago my boy gave me shit about how quick my last relationship was. He squinted his eyes to make the whole thing seem smaller, but accidentally blinked and it turned into dust.
I corrected him. You see, he shouldn't have bothered to even narrow his eyes since it was dust to begin with. Flim-flam! Tomfoolery! Someone else's fucked up idea of high jinks.
Pretty funny when you see it that way, right? Let's call it a practical joke, like someone prank called my whole fucking life.
Hilarious.
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Tonight these people came from Facebook to my job. We spent an hour or so listening to them talk and that was cool, but better was the free drinks we got after. I sat at a table with the cool kids and got to' up.
Now I'm here. Instead of at the reggae club. This is just as well since I'm in the mood for trouble.
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Last night I dreamed I was hanging out with Snoop Dogg. We walked all around town arm in arm looking for his car. We were gonna drive to the top of a hill and watch the sunset, smoke some reefer.
We never got that far. But searching for it was pretty fuckin pleasing, in any case.
I hope tonight I dream about Method Man. And tomorrow: Benicio Del Toro.
Soon my waking life will be just as adventurous and romantic, yes? But I'm in no rush.
I'm busy here in my jazzy outfits, repainting the walls I just finished rebuilding. They'll be as gorgeous as ever, they will glimmer in the sunlight.
You've never seen walls as gorgeous as mine.
Ha.
I hope you've had a good night.
Good night.
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