and what's your name? like i'm in the way.

it's only been cold for a day, and i already want summertime back. err, rather, it's only been cold for half a day, and i already want summertime back. perhaps i romanticized gadica's "cuddle alert," as my bed partner was shivering this morning, and my feet never left the ice-cube/too-cold-to-warm-up-on-terry-because-he'll-start-yelling stage. it's far too soon for my fingers to be so cold that it impedes my typing/working efficacy. i'm not ready for this. perhaps we need to hit up the cider mill, hit that shit up SOON. perhaps donuts and hot cider will make this worthwhile. because donuts make most laborious things in life worthwhile. usually. it's fall now, and it's cold already, and all the trees in my view out the six windows i have a view out of are still green except one a few backyards away that's 90% red and 10% some shade of translucent light green. it's a soft jewel tone already, and it's only mid-september. it's like a some kind of flawed ruby, almost like the kind i invision set in my cheap antique wedding ring someday. trees like that remind me of almost two years ago, driving through hines park over and over again, gawking and gasping and shuddering and awe-ing at life. the trees resembled jewels more than any other time i can remember, and every song was eons more affecting than during past listens. it was as if the ropes attached to hearts had quadrupled.

bound stems' full-length appreciation night finally comes out today on flameshovel. you can pick it up at insound [use coupon code bstems15 for 15% off your entire order through the end of october].

my two favorite jams off the record:
---------------> andover
---------------> wake up, ma and pa are gone


woke up very early to finish the mountain of work i had yesterday. it may have been the most i've ever had in one day, or if not, definitely in the top three. went to terry's job for lunch, went to the resale shop and thrift store. i scored a pair of naturalizer heels that have both black and navy in them. how versatile! the apartment is slowly becoming neater and neater in my boredom lately, but laundry never ceases to resemble perpetual-dream-cruise proportions. no one really likes the cuckoo clock, and it loses about a minute every hour. so it definitely requires some level of care. like a baby step toward having a pet. or something. i feel most of the time, like times like now staring out the window at the clouds sailing by and the leaves blowing strongly in the wind, like i'm just wasting time. i need to get another job. it has been strikingly apparent for quite some time now. this entry is beginning to resemble something out of livejournal, and that's a problem. i gotta go.

past, present and future:
wheat -> don't i hold you