“I should know
Who I am by now
I walk
The record stands somehow
Thinking of winterYour name is the splinter inside me
While I waitAnd I remember the sound
Of your November downtown
And I remember the truth
A warm December with you
But I don’t have to make this mistake
And I don’t have to stay this way.”— Joshua Radin, “Winter”
Warmest December I’ve ever experienced. Or, rather, endured, ’cause it’s friggin’ hot in this apartment and I have two hours’ worth of work still to do while I bake. (And not baking cookies. Just, baking in my own skin.)
And, why yes, I’m posting song lyrics to keep from posting other things. How did you guess? I’ve never done THAT before! 😉
I have a Pandora’s box of PostSecret-type outbursts waiting to happen. Problem is, this author isn’t anonymous, so the messages have to be.
Things like:
1. I haven’t hugged you since 1996 and, yet, the moment you post a song to Facebook, I HAVE to download it because it’s the only way I can be close to you.
2. I didn’t answer your e-mail on purpose. I know you’re going to be in my area. And I’m just crazy enough to come and find you after … what is it … seven years? Think your wife would mind? 😉
3. Thanks … I think.
4. Why not just stick your dick directly in my ear and take the mind-fucking to the next level? Or someone else’s cock — I don’t care. I suspect yours wouldn’t reach my eardrum.
5. I’d ask why you didn’t tell me, but we both know why. I wish you well. I really do. I think that much of you. Always have, always will.
That’s it for today, kids. Back to work for me.