pants_of_doom: (hypnotizing tigress)
Dear Pixies,

It'll be 14 years this June that I've been in love with you. I could probably track down the date if I were willing to read my old journals. 14 years and my love has never wavered, never failed despite whatever else I might have fallen for - girls, Oingo Boingo, baked pears, Books of Magic, girls who work on Books of Magic - and you know I would never leave you. After all the crazy shit I've been through since finding you, I know you can't doubt it. And I know that you've never been possessive, which is good because I still love Oingo Boingo and baked pears and Books of Magic, and also because you know it's possible that I could fall for something else, which is why I'm writing this letter.

I'm in love with David Bowie. Not in a personal way, like with the girl, or the other girl, or the girl who - you get the idea. I wouldn't write you about that because there's no way you'd see it as threatening. Girls come and go, you're obviously here to stay. With his music. You've probably noticed that I've been listening to it heavily for a year or so and maybe you didn't think anything since I also spent a month or so in there listening to Camper Van Beethoven and a while before that an entire fall listening to Tori Amos. And I'm not writing to tell you that I'm leaving you, just that I can't deny my attachment. You sound like my dreams. He sounds like love, which is a strange thing to say to a band that makes my mouth feel funny by the lower left molars and that once made me so endorphin-high I could barely talk for a couple days, but it's true and you will have to share.
pants_of_doom: (Default)
Dear Pixies,

It'll be 14 years this June that I've been in love with you. I could probably track down the date if I were willing to read my old journals. 14 years and my love has never wavered, never failed despite whatever else I might have fallen for - girls, Oingo Boingo, baked pears, Books of Magic, girls who work on Books of Magic - and you know I would never leave you. After all the crazy shit I've been through since finding you, I know you can't doubt it. And I know that you've never been possessive, which is good because I still love Oingo Boingo and baked pears and Books of Magic, and also because you know it's possible that I could fall for something else, which is why I'm writing this letter.

I'm in love with David Bowie. Not in a personal way, like with the girl, or the other girl, or the girl who - you get the idea. I wouldn't write you about that because there's no way you'd see it as threatening. Girls come and go, you're obviously here to stay. With his music. You've probably noticed that I've been listening to it heavily for a year or so and maybe you didn't think anything since I also spent a month or so in there listening to Camper Van Beethoven and a while before that an entire fall listening to Tori Amos. And I'm not writing to tell you that I'm leaving you, just that I can't deny my attachment. You sound like my dreams. He sounds like love, which is a strange thing to say to a band that makes my mouth feel funny by the lower left molars and that once made me so endorphin-high I could barely talk for a couple days, but it's true and you will have to share.
pants_of_doom: (brown and blue watercolor)
+ Boston
+ Scheidler for trying to get me to move here
- Million Year Picnic was closed when we tried to go there last night
+ Charlie's, and anywhere else that's playing the Pixies when I come in
+ Original Sin cider (possibly better than Woodchuck)
+ Beautiful waitresses
+ Henry Rollins: "If I was a woman and you told me I couldn't have an abortion, they would need a construction team to get my foot out of your ass." (BUST feb-mar 2006)
+ The Pixies
+ The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
+ Shalimar Foods
+ Being able to ride my bike
- Fear of global warming (it's 50 degrees here)
+ Everyone helping me get through my writing assignment, and everything else
pants_of_doom: (Default)
+ Boston
+ Scheidler for trying to get me to move here
- Million Year Picnic was closed when we tried to go there last night
+ Charlie's, and anywhere else that's playing the Pixies when I come in
+ Original Sin cider (possibly better than Woodchuck)
+ Beautiful waitresses
+ Henry Rollins: "If I was a woman and you told me I couldn't have an abortion, they would need a construction team to get my foot out of your ass." (BUST feb-mar 2006)
+ The Pixies
+ The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars
+ Shalimar Foods
+ Being able to ride my bike
- Fear of global warming (it's 50 degrees here)
+ Everyone helping me get through my writing assignment, and everything else

May 2017

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