to amuse myself.
I had an incredible day yesterday.
I nailed my first interview in over 3 years, despite a mind blowing fit destroying my room, a dress, a pair of fishnets, a pair of boots, injuring both my feet in two places, and several blows to my thighs before Kevin kicked me out into the street to go print my resume.
Pulled a 10 year old phone number outta my head to round out my reference list.
On the train in wrote two songs…. and pretended I was John Tard for three minutes reading his spread in EYE MAGAZINE! John’s one of those people who never thinks of himself, and to see him sitting there, just him, with all his treasures around him, well, I just love him so much.
I write about other people all the time, I don’t read alot about me. I’ve always had this dream where I wanted a song written about me…. that one came true last week… TWICE. Once out of nowhere… this guy got in touch with me this week to send me his stuff, and apparently, his band have written a song about the Memorial Park Show! I was flabbergasted to say the least, and so excited to hear it…
Then, from a place I’d always wanted it from, nay… wished a million times… watched it happen to others around me, feigning happiness for them, holding out hope that that would be me someday…
and now it is.
There is another song floating around out there that is … well… painful for me to listen to. Some people are slightly more profound than others, and are addicted to bass.
*****
Finally got something in my stomach, including solids. YAY. This, after nearly fainting in the grocery store obtaining said something.