I'm unexpectedly totally depressive this break so far. What is up with that? I do not know. Anyway, today I went shopping a little, got the Destroyer album finally, the doofuses there still had hardly heard of it, psh, and I got 2 old vinyl records: Frank Sinatra's In the Wee Small Hours and The Button-Down Mind of Bob Newhart. Also I got two used books, which was difficult because most of the stuff, this woman was trying to sell for $6 and up. Filthy thief. Wow, that is a fun phrase. Say it! Spray it!
Anyhow. I got Winesburg, Ohio, which feels like something I already bought but I think I just always thought of buying it, and I got The Abortion: An Historical Romance 1966 by Richard Brautigan of catfish friend acclaim. If you click the amazon link: the picture on the cover of that book is the picture on the cover of my book. Just so you know. That is Richard, and a hot girl. At the bottom of my cover it says "This novel is about the romantic possibilities of a public library in California".
Sometimes I forget that I don't still live in California, that the world is not in fact California, and really what difference does it make, where I am, because it will in part, I bet, feel to me like California, which itself never felt much like "California" anyway.
My hands are tired. It's peculiar.
I wanted to take a walk today, but it is too rainy.
I cut my hair badly this morning. I need to stop it, just get a hairstylist.
Poor, weird-looking, hand-tired me.
I feel like I've already frittered away my entire break. What a negative nelly, eh? Maybe it will get better tonight and tomorrow.
posted by Kristi @ 2:59 PM
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oh, i wanted to ask, if any of you have sprained your nose? because when i fell in my bathtub, long ago, november or january i forget, well i joked to myself that i sprained my nose, but maybe it is no joke.
there's this white spot on the side of my nose that i had not seen before my fall, that i only started to see in recent months. it does not go away.
my theory: cartilage got askew, in my fall, and that is part of the now forever askew cartilage, pressing up against my skin, turning it white in that spot, rather than the...peachy grey to which i am accustomed.
medical types: does that happen? does nose cartilage go askew?
ohhh...
what are the romatic possibilities of a public library in california?
Cause in my past almost year of working there, i haven't found many.
unless you're into guys who look at porn all day. then you're set.
i have read about half the book so far, and it's a weird library--one which accepts books that people bring in, that they wrote--it never checks books out. the guy, he just lives there, has his food delivered, is on call 24-7. one night a gorgeous young lady comes in with a book she wrote about how horrible it's been for her having such a gorgeous body, how her whole life it's seemed like she got the wrong body for her mind. the librarian is sympathetic.
she stays with him from then on.
pfft....
that seems like false advertising to me.
and makes me happy that i have found romantic possibilities outside the library, because there sure don't seem to be any inside it.
but have you found Getz/Gilberto yet? I'm telling you... it's heaven on vinyl.
it's just called getz/gilberto? there might be one at the used book store, but i was hesitant. i also considered sergio mendes, which along with getz/gilberto fits right into my mom's musical tastes circa 1966. not that there's anything wrong with that?
yeah... it's just "Getz/Gilberto". It's the one with the black jacket with an orange and yellow painting on the front. Not to be confused with sequals like (I swear that I'm not making this up) "Getz/Gilberto #2" (which has a white jacket with a similar styled painting but in greens instead of oranges). And although nice, the first one is better.
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