Dear tumblr,
Of course you realize I am on here with the express purpose of not having to see blogs or updates from my “friends” on facebook. I use quotes because somehow those people only want to post hundreds of someecards, stupid graphics they found on the web explaining how horny or funny they are and aren’t and of course millions of baby pictures.
I just need a sanctuary.
The Afghan Whigs are back together and playing shows and I live way too far away to go to any of them. Then again I’m thinking a new CD will emerge from this.
I just realized last week that the two cops in Lethal Weapon never talk about collecting evidence or building a court case against whomever they are after in any of the four movies. Usually they just kill all the bad guys which I would think would be a larger amount of paperwork.
When Piedmont died, I had to pay him back for my life. I found out there’s another debt to pay — for the privilege of being alive.
I had a dream last night I was walking through a department store and I saw Brandon walking toward me in that red pullover shirt he used to wear. I remember getting excited before my brain somehow stepped in and reminded me, that can’t be Brandon because he is dead. Then it turned out not to be him after all as he walked closer, his features seemed to change.
Even my dreams suck.
