I was waiting for something to download and had five minutes to spare, so I was browsing through my photos folder. This photo was just sitting there, not categorised anywhere. Must have been a scan from my old camera, July 2004. The guy is Tarik. Such a long time ago. Note how my face is so much thinner here. I know I was really thin back then, but I’d like my face to be that thin again. Guess it’s hard to lose weight off of your face?!
Oh yeah, check out my crazy afro. Probably the night after I’d straightened it or something, it looks spectacularly weird here.
I know I posted this the other day, but it is absolutely one of my favourite pieces of poetry, “Be Like Peter and Jane, Eat Sugar” by The Fugitives. I got around to typing up the lyrics tonight, so now you can appreciate how quickly it moves, in sing-a-long style… I have so many favourite parts it’s impossible to whittle them down. I love these words so much that I’m currently trying to come up with a way to keep them forever. I’ve thought of making a huge poster with some kind of beautiful image as a background, with the words printed over the top… mmm.
Someone, somewhere is soundly slowing down
It’s been a long day
Whilst someone else, somewhere else is passing the time away with a long, tall cold one
It’s been one of those days
From nights like today lovers are leaning in and lips slipping outdoors leaving kisses on counters
I’m counting down drinks
It’s been a long day
And long the day over I’ve been looking for another to take the time
Because in the time it takes to show someone you’re something is half the time taken to say goodbye
And sometimes
It seems like no one wants to try to take that time on me
I’ve been so lonely
I’ve had to leave one bite of steak on my plate so the dog would keep me company
But someone, somewhere’s willing to listen to me
Because the sound of friendship is silent
And I got practice being quiet
And we can listen to each other all day
Build our awkward into an amateur theatre
Where we recite lines we were always too shy to say, like
“I will always be singing you love songs,
even when I get the words wrong and spend my love with someone else”
Like…
“I totally dig how gangly you are!”
Like…
“We’re just friends…”
But we say let’s just be friends, as if friendship were a dead end in a bad part of town
An unwanted detour that slows us down when we just want to be on the fast track to romance
But what if we were to take a chance on a relationship that unfolds as slowly as a coming of age story
Join me!
In the age of rainy Sundays and Dennis the Menace
And we will live with the unbelievable innocence of fresh baked pies sitting warm on windowsills
Sitting perfectly still and waiting for someone to come steal us away
And don’t ask me about tomorrow, let me be your Sunday
Let me love you the same way promises do
I will try to take care of you
I will try to show you that your smile is the compliments you never thought you deserved
Or the times you assert judgement on your own success
I would volunter for five years of community service
Repainting the Transiberian Highway with dog shit
If it would plea bargain one day off of your unhappiness
We turn our love lives and alibis into half-truths
And the murder mystery of how our youths were mispent
Wondering where all our time went
But tonight, is the night, it’s gonna be different
Let’s re-write childrens’ books
Let’s REALLY re-write childrens’ books
So Little Peter is like COME ON!!!
And Little Jane’s like,
“I can feel the universe pulsing through my veins
I reign over planets that orbit my fingers
I propel them through space with one flick of my wrists
I curve space time like this so they’re all to collide I’d say stop
Box it up, wrap it up
And turn time back inside
And present it to you as a present from me
And the card reads “OPEN WITH EXTREME CARE”
The moral of the story being
I’LL BE THERE
If you need me to unwind time, smash clocks, you got it
And if you ever need forgiveness, every fault’s been erased
I’ve replaced the ground beneath your feet
You can grow up from my base
I’m trying to cover you, best I can
If you fall, you land on me
But I’ve got that fluffy marshmellow goodness
So when you rain down from the Heavens we can bounce back
Because we will never treat anyone for what they’re worth
Because what they’re worth is every little action they’ve ever performed
Like every perfect pore of skin, no matter how our lovers might try to cover them in kisses
They’ll miss places
There will always be that part of us unattended to
And there’s nothing you can do
Short of screaming into a microphone
I’M THE GREATEST, I’M THE GREATEST
But the world craves silent understanding
It craves showing, not saying
It craves a piece of knowing that everyone will always be misunderstood
But everyone will love in spite of this
Like someone, somewhere, deciding someone else, somewhere else
Is so God damn great that they’re gonna give up their heart, and say
“Here, take it”
But they never say it
They just know
I want you to have my heart, so take it
That way
The world can hear it
I’ve always been fascinated with watching people watch sunsets on the beach. Can’t resist snapping the vague silhouettes of people adoring the wishy washy colours of sundown.
My bandwidth has been exceeded on my blog, which is really fucking annoying as I use my blogs site as the host for random images etc, as well as of course for my blog. I’m quite happy to go a few days without updating it of my own accord, but when I can’t actually access it myself, I get a bit het up! It suddenly feels like my visual journal of seven years has been taken away from me and I want to stomp my feet and demand it back. Of course it will be back on the 1st of March when the bandwidth limit resets itself. Although I still need to find a new host – I’m thinking of going with GoDaddy as they seem to offer what I’m looking for, quite cheap. I am so fearful of hosting companies though as I’ve been with quite a few since my geekdays of 1997, and some of them are so incredibly shit and a waste of money.
I woke up feeling remarkably worse than yesterday. What with me being an asthmatic I am not a fan of the whole cough/sore throat thing as it generally means I struggle to breathe adequately. Such was the case in the night when I thought I was just dreaming of suffocating, before realising that I was actually trying to breathe through both blocked nostrils, not with much success! Decided to go against that whole Pancake Day thing, given that I don’t like sweet things. Today I made my first omelette! It was boss! It was a red pepper, spring onion, peppered salami, mushroom, potato and tobasco sexy omelette! She came out crispy around the edges, just how I like them. It’s odd to think how millions of people across England were cooking pancakes, probably not even knowing the meaning behind the actual tradition. Hell, I can’t remember what it’s all about, but hey, I wasn’t cooking pancakes…
Anyway, enough of boring you about my illness and eating habits. But hey, I’m going to see Tina Turner next Wednesday! Suck! On! That!
Currently dying with lots of face pain, coming in a variety of guises. First woke up with gravel throat, shortly followed by discovery of mouth ulcers, and then searing pain of wisdom teeth shredding gums to bits. This, with snotbag nose and asthma breathing troubles, has not made for a relaxing day. However I did watch The Wrestler, which left me feeling a little sad. I also watched Cadillac Records, the new Beyoncé film, which was pretty good. I think I would be interested just to watch a biopic on Etta James alone, but this film was pretty damn good and I enjoyed learning about some of my favourite old school artists.
In other news, butterflies:
Ah, I do love a good golliwog.
