I know this has been touched on by many, but I still overly appreciate a hand-written letter or note. Writing or receiving. Or even a stop by my office to discuss things rather than an email. (I honestly just said that so I could drop ‘my office’.)
There really is something about mailing things that makes me happy. Every time, although I try and try not to, I always think of the movie (featuring Kevin Costner) titled ‘The Postman’. That shit saved civilization. Wonderful, perfect, civilization.
Then I remember the woman ringing up my postage is being so friendly to me because she is my ex-girlfriends mother. And although I appreciate her not hating me, all I can think are ‘REGRETS’. Red faced, yes.
As socially awkward as I am I hope my friendly demeanor denotes the uncomfortable.
I’m burning a Compact Disk for the first time in ages. Do people / cars still have those players? My amazing 2002 Honda Civic (176,00 miles and still no trouble) has a tape deck which works to my advantage. Rather than purchasing an expensive ipod adapter I have a tape deck adapter. The same kind I remember using when I was 16 and hooked it up to a portable Compact Disk player (holding it steady over bumps, of course, whilst shifting gears).
Too bad I washed my ipod (Maxwell) :( Home made laundry detergent makes no difference to the amount of water within his circuits apparently.
You try to do the right thing, you know.
My first car was a 1991 Mitsubishi Eclipse. It had pop up headlights, was extremely dangerous and smelled of fun regrets (it stank). I bought it when I was 15, unable to drive yet, and proved to my parents (who I assume where actually aware) that I was responsible for a very short period of time.
The lights were stuck in the up position upon purchase. I promptly fixed them with a bit of oil and firmly believe that moment to be my root.
Overly happy that Santorum did awful yesterday. Still waiting for Biden to become Hilary and looking forward to looking up American politics from overseas.
As excited as I am for the next 10-15 years I am most looking forward to my secluded, self-sufficient, off-the-grid cabin.
At least I know what I want. What of you?
And yes, ‘looking forward to’. There will always be moments that make you not look forward to life but, my god, I am grabbing my peach of life and sucking it dry. I mean that in so many ways. (I hope).
As of late I’ve been struggling with myself and the material. Full priced? I think not. I can define myself perfectly fine without making it rain.
Bitch, I used to wear spiked collars and had dreadlocks from age 13-17. I’ve nothing to prove.