Today I was able to fit in two songs with my cigarette. They were Angeles by Elliott Smith and Songbird by Engine Down. I think I’m going to make a mix of this for someone when this is through. What a day yesterday turned out, what a mind fuck I mean.
I went by my second job for paperwork then Kaitlyn came over. I didn’t realize she is leaving Friday. I’m such an asshole. She, Anne and I went and had 32 oz, fishbowl, margaritas. Anne was trashed. And as was I. I never did get to Borders to buy that book. I’ll try to fit it in today. I have to stay late so it will all depend on whether I get to the bank on time. My phone should not have been in my possession last night by any means. I suppose I don’t mind. I can’t really feel any regret in saying how I feel to him. I completely let go which is something that means a lot to me about my interactions with him. Le sigh.
We went to Karaoke across the street after. I sang God Only Knows by the Beach Boys. Ran into a ton of kids from high school. Then I sang PYT by Michael Jackson!!! My favorite Michael Jackson song ever.
Things get strange from there. Too strange and personal to write out here. But I am sure of things that don’t matter. I am officially in that ‘I’m confused and emotional unavailable’ state. I will find myself saying the same things said to me in the next couple of months.
[mp3 Angeles - Elliott Smith]
[mp3 Songbird - Engine Down]
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