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31 July 2008 @ 05:47 pm
[journal entry] I'm so high, i run in place  
Violent crime goes up, as does ice cream sales. Conscience? I think not.   Next time you take a bite of Rocky Road, know that you are one step closer to becoming a violent killer.

I wouldn't lie, not about this anyway.  I think I should start sleeping again.  Maybe not.  There is a group dedicated to investigating that statement even as we speak.

Every morning, when I get ready for work "Good Morning Heartache" by Ella Fitzgerald starts to play.  Clearly this is a sign of something.  There is an investigation into this also.  There is a lot of investigations going on right now.  Not a lot of progress either.

My birthday is coming up.  I have this urge to re-live my youth, I've caught myself day dreaming of class rooms, that crummy apartment down in Brooklyn that always smelt like curry and vodka.  I've thought about getting wildly drunk and going to bad concerts, about making out with strangers.  Of doing stupid shit and getting away with it.  Forgetting responsibility and the future, living like tomorrow I would die.

My day dreams make me tired.

I've thought about going to Paris, to sit and read Baudelaire under the shadow of the  Eiffel tower, maybe pretending to be Bohemian on the Champs-Élysées.  Dance in night clubs, and pretend to be half my age.  Drink till dawn and sleep until sunset. 

I've had the same fucking thoughts for almost ten years, I think it's time to give them up.
Current Mood: artisticartistic
Current Music: Queens of the Stone Age - In my head
agentmaxwell on August 2nd, 2008 08:02 am (UTC)
Who says yah can't still do all that?
Detective Olivia Bensondetoliviasvu on August 2nd, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
It might have something to do with the fact that I am almost forty.
agentmaxwell on August 4th, 2008 03:04 pm (UTC)
So? Yar as old as yah feel it, girl. I can take yah to all te concerts yah want.