January 2, 2004

  • Fugazi playing on the computer (Do you like me? Do you like me?1). The kitten walks through the vertical blinds with a clickety clack and a long meow in the tone of a question. I softly mew back and reach down to scratch his head. I keep wondering if things will work out. I keep wondering what she thinks. I get up for a glass of water and the kitten follows me, reaching up to sniff at the glass as the water pours into it. Back in my room, Christie Front Drive is playing (I guess you, I guess you win2).
    I feel strangely calm, at ease. Any other night and I'd be quiet and pining away at something. Anything. To go out and do something. To be with someone else. To have a girlfriend here, distracting and attracting me. Not tonight. Tonight, my soul is quiet and cool and calm.

    1. Fugazi - Do You Like Me?
    Your eyes, like crashing jets fixed in stained glass, but not religious. You should pay rent in my mind. Say like the French say "Bon soir regret a demain". Do you like me? I guess. White witness moves to petition the state of Virginia for 27 prisons, while in Bethesda an office flaming, youth group singing, firemen calling in Lockheed, Lockheed Martin, Marietta. Do you like me? I guess. End of the lesson, time for one question. End of the lesson, time for one more question. Do you like me?

    2. Christie Front Drive - Radio
    Hey, could have helped yourself. Just wind up and make it go. Hey, could have hurt yourself. Just wind up and make it go. I guess you, I guess you win. Could have helped yourself. I guess you, I guess you win. Could have helped yourself. Too bad it makes you so, lonely

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