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||[May. 3rd, 2010|11:35 pm]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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This evenings plans where foiled buy a co-workers illness. I won't get any early shifts this week and it feels like nothing fits me ever. During the winter time I couldn't get enough late shifts, but now I could use some evenings off to enjoy the daylight. Actually I really prefer too start my evening at ten and end it in the early morning... but that gets lonely and quickly turns alcoholic. Even though all I could think about was getting out of there I ended up staying at work almost an half hour after I finished. There was a show on the radio that tracked half of Kate Bush's carer. I belted out Man With the Child In His Eyes in the empty office space. The time I spend tidying up after work is all I have to scream in private. It's also good for dancing. Then I went for a walk and encounters wonders in the dusk, Kate Bush guiding me. By the end of it my body is almost as tiered as my brain, but quite as cold as my heart, what an outcome.
Now I'm listening to my new Singles Going Steady Lp, I bought today. The guy who sold it to me told me I was lucky to get it, but I feel quite adolescent listening to it. There are too many great albums at the record store at the moh, witch is of course great. Apart for spending my evenings with music instead of lovers I'm peachy.