And the Talking Leads To Touching
2005-01-18 @ 11:36 p.m.
I really miss the library. I remember when I went there everyday over the summer, and read any book I could find. I was never bored, and I had this whole little routine set up for myself.
I would sit down at one of the big tables designated for one. I would organize my bag and my purse perfectly without making any noise. Then I could go and find the book I had been reading the day before, sit in my chair and read for hours and hours. Sometimes I had to do Driver's Ed. WB pages before I could get to the reading, but I flew through them.
The security guard when you walk in always smiles at me and tips his hat. It makes me feel special because he'll only do it if you acknowledge him, and, of course I do.
Sometimes it's just nice to be alone, and wander around with music in your ears. Maybe it would be easier if it were a bit warmer outside, but hot cocoa helps.
I know people look at me funny, I can see them. I especially notice when certain posh girls giggle at me while walking by. It used to bother me, but now I realize that they're missing out on a lot of great books.
Plots that wind around crazed characters. Authors that like to confuse you for their own amusement. Theories, thoughts, and emotions you didn't know could be evoked from you.
I really do miss the library.
-SaM
P.S. Rilo Kiley and the songs 'Does He Love You?' and 'Portions for Foxes' kick ass. www.rilokiley.com and go to the music section. Skip the first song.
P.S.S. I really hope Angela feels better soon.
'Portions for Foxes' by Rilo Kiley
There's blood in my mouth
Cause I've been biting my tongue all week
I keep on talking trash
But I never say anything
And the talking leads to touching
And the touching leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news, baby, I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
I know I'm alone
If I'm with or without you
But just being around you
Offers me another form of relief
When the lonliness leads to bad dreams
And the bad dreams lead me to calling you
And I call you and say "come here!"
And it's bad news, baby, I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
And it's bad news, baby, it's bad news
It's just bad news, bad news, bad news
Cause you're just damage control
For a walking corpse like me, like you
Cause we'll all be portions for foxes
Yeah we'll all be portions for foxes
There's a pretty young thing in front of you
And she's real pretty
And she's real into you
And then she's sleeping inside of you
And the talking leads to touching
And the touching leads to sex
And then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news, I don't blame you
I do the same thing, I get lonely too
And you're bad news, my friends tell me to leave you
That you're bad news, bad news, bad news
You're bad news, baby you're bad news
And you're bad news, baby you're bad news
And you're bad news, I don't care I like you
And you're bad news, I don't care I like you
I like you
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