Im an idiot.
I feel stupid.
I keep pulling at my hair.
I keep wanting to just scream.
Scream loud.
Scream with no point.
Scream at you.
Scream especially at other yous.
Im not having a good day.
Not a good day at all.
I feel stupid.
I keep pulling at my hair.
I keep wanting to just scream.
Scream loud.
Scream with no point.
Scream at you.
Scream especially at other yous.
Im not having a good day.
Not a good day at all.
posted by Lindsay at 2/17/2006
10 Comments:
Feeble February . . . the most severely fucked month of the year . . . so weird it's even spelled strange . . . that twisted "RU" thing going on, like some existential question . . . the "Are You?" challenging our sense of "I Am!" . . . but who really pronounces the R? We should, though . . . it makes the point that we fucking RUE this goddam month . . . good thing it's only 28 days long . . . that was smart on someone's part . . . although some sick sadist had to slip in that extra slap every Leap Year, when we get that 29th cuff across the head . . . Yeah, whether 28 or 29 days in duration, each of those days totally suck . . . And here's one more of them. Day Number 17.
Life as an accident scene, with people slowing down just long enough to gawk but no one stopping to ask, "Are you ok? Need a hand? Need to use my cell?" If the accident's bad enough, maybe people are just too fuckin' overwhelmed and intimidated by the mess on the road to feel there's anything they can do. So after they get their eyeful they shut up and duck their head and take a detour down a self-excusing sideroad of shame. "None of my business." Maybe they're right? What do I know? What do I care . . . yet I do. Am I an asshole for caring?
Whatever . . .
Can't hear what you're trying to say for all the screaming, Ms. Lindsay Allain. Can't hear what you need . . . What?
you can scream at me if you want.
i dont mind, just as long as none of the screaming has anything to do with me. that's when i get nervous
stop by sometime soon. i baked cookies. the comfort food of all comfort food
Who wrote that?
I like that comment, a lot.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one asking questions.
You ask good questions. You're very smart, and you see and feel what a lot of other people don't. A blessing and a burden.
Have a great set tonight. It'll be a creative channel for the screaming.
Take care. Be well.
Wait wait.
Annonymous comments are awful. Although those comments definitely made me smile, I can't help but wonder where they come from.
You like that. It's awful. I'm confused, but that's not unusual. I'm glad you smiled.
The first comment was a bit of a downer but it pretty much articulated what I would like to say through my screams.
No one actually stops and asks me anything. I shouldn't say no one but sometimes it feels like no one gives a shit.
So yeah, I did like your comments they said what I wanted to say in a prettier more organized fashion then I could of ever done. Although, you said 'have a great set' and I wasn't playing that night, which was a bit confusing.
You're confused, I'm confused, we're all confused.
Now tell me your name, anonymous is too out in wonder land for me.
Duh, yeah, told you I was easily confused. MARCH 17 (10:30) is when you're performing. Ok, got that straightened out. The good wishes for your set are still there, even if a month premature.
Sorry, not my intention to be "mysterious" but feel awkward intruding on a personal blog even though I know it's public domain and all. Feels kinda being a voyeur or part of the audience of The Truman Show.
Probably no reason for me to have spoken up but I was aware of how rough things seemed to be going and I was feeling a bit concerned. Needlessly overinvolved? I can be a bit of a jerk that way, sometimes.
My name is Bob. We've never met in person. I only know you through your blog. Pretty cool. Very honest. Raw. Angry. Hurt (big wound).
You seem to be having a better day today, though. I'll stop bothering you now, if you want.
Feel free to comment on whatever you want.
Comments are re-assuring that you aren't talking into the void of the internet.
Thanks for the well wishes, were playing on Monday!
ANNNNNNND a friend of mine explained who you are so mystery solved. BAM!
I've never met Emilie in person but I like her blog persona a lot. Not sure what she knows about me at this point but thanks to both of you for being so patient about my "spying" . . . I think you're both pretty awesome, and incredibly smart and funny . . .
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