2005-06-08 - 8:17 p.m.
I just gave a haircut and am going to try to open a bottle of wine. But I always fuck up opening a bottle of wine, so I never buy it just for myself. Too many painful memories of sitting in the middle of my kitchen floor, staring exasperatedly at a bottle of wine with the broken cork stuck firmly.
I feel most at home on kitchen floors.
So if I want to open something myself I buy beer or vodka but usually the Captain. Captain don't got a cork.
Wait, I haven't bought vodka or the Captain in over a year.
I've been listening to Badly Drawn Boy's This Is That New Song about fifty million times a day. Makes my chest hurt cause I get so sad and happy and feel beautiful when I hear it. Everyone that hasn't left is leaving soon, and then finally I'll leave.
And everything's so damn shiny and mellow-wheat-colored. So sad, excited, either way.
I drove to the city with no shoes on.
Anybody else want a haircut? I promise not to laugh hysterically the next time. No, I swear.
I was laughing at myself, not the haircut.
I SWEAR.
I decided if I ever see that asshole again, ever no matter where, I'm gonna smack the living shit out of his fucking ugly face. Or I'll be okay. Either way.
I'm gonna go sit on the floor and wait for someone to open the bottle now. Hurry up and get out of the shower already. Come on. Maybe I'll try myself. Either way.
I'm happy right now.
Right.
Now.
