Thursday, August 12, 2010

I got my first taste of cool air here in Memphis tonight. My god, it was wonderful; It is so dreadfully sweaty here, no matter what time it is. I can already feel sweater shopping and midafternoon coffee in my bones. Listening to the Mamas and the Papas is not helping my autumn lust and neither is the fact that I know fall doesn't come until November here in the south. The heat is melting me slowly, and I tend to stay inside. My days have been starting at six o'clock lately. But, even though it is horrible, I'll miss it when it's gone. Skinny dipping and rum get you through the heat in fine form.

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." -Russell Baker, 1925 -

Things I Love About my Apartment:
  • It's my house (and Heidi's, but still).


  • I can eat Creamsicles for breakfast.


  • I can smoke cigarettes in the den while I watch movies.


  • I am five minutes away from Nicholas and Adam's place.


  • My record player is in my room, and I can listen to Patsy Cline when I wake up every day.


  • Coffee is not confined to morning hours.


  • I can invite people over to "my place."


  • Liquor can stay in the freezer and beer can stay in the fridge and it's all good.


  • A dog is in my near future.

  • Buttondown shirts and underwear is standard fare.

Things I Hate About my Apartment:

  • Taupe.


  • The train down the street.
  • Potential creep neighbors.

  • Empty side of the bed.


Nirvana and I are really beginning a wonderful new relationship. The 'Unplugged' album is just the thing I want to listen to all evening. You know I've always liked them though, it'd be a crime not to really. But Kurt is starting to worm his way into my psyche. What a shame he died. But, to quote Don McLean, "You took your life like lovers often do."


"Others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood...But those were all just guesses. Wouldn't help you if they could." -Plateau, Meat Puppets, Performed by Nirvana on the 1994 album MTV Unplugged New York



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