frustrated
Sunday, Nov. 14, 2004 // 11:02 pm
i'm talking on the phone, only libby is on the other line. i want to hang up. and i'm tired. i wish i was on a comfortable couch snuggling with a guy and watching a movie.
if only, if only...
Maggot Brain by Funkadelic is on. "The story on Maggot Brain is that George Clinton, out of his mind on Yellow Sunshine, told Hazel to play the first half of the song as if he had just heard that his own mother was dead, and then the second half as if he had found out she was alive. The result is beyond "astonishing" or "powerful" or anything else critics usually say; it's an improvised composition, of both deep blues purity and cold, hard, futuristic vision.".
That's amazing.
I'm not on the phone anymore. You know what I feel like doing? I feel like lying in a field with a boy [yet again] and just ramble on and have a serious conversation and I'd be poetic.
I feel like talking to Owen.
I want to be with Clark right now. I wanna sit in his car and look out the sunroof and just dream and feel surreal and like I'm apart of the air that we breathe. And feel so... alive.