Tuesday, September 09, 2003
I just went for a run and despite being absotulely shattered I am feeling quite pro-active.
During my return to home, rain began to pelt down with such force and consistency that is was almost communicating to me. It was like a cloak of music, absorbing all other sounds and bringing all beings into a shared sense of amazement. The cliche is that as quickly as it arrived, it dissapeared when I entered the house.
'there's no such thing as bad weather' rob mcdermott 10/09/03
I've emptied the washing machine, made myself some food, did the washing up and am now listening to a wonderful compiliation I made last night and reading travel brochures. Life is pretty good but my knee hurts. And I'm still wet.
Music is one of the things that I can rely on to tap into my feelings and touch me like no other person is capable. I would be content with travelling the world on foot for the rest of my life if all I could hear was all the music existent to man. [that use of man is generic for huMAN's, another misogynistic word that we have no escape from]
I do enjoy my life you know.
Oh and I actually ventured to exchange my number with another. Now what will become of that? All I can remember is enthusiasticly talking at the said individual so perhaps that isn't the best basis for a relationship!
Oh I am really happy, I love making compilations and listening to them when there are no distractions from others, sunshine is beautiful and a quivering melodic voice is even more so.
The best people on this earth are venturing to University in a fortnight, I love them so much.
The Be Good Tanyas are now playing, beautiful. x
During my return to home, rain began to pelt down with such force and consistency that is was almost communicating to me. It was like a cloak of music, absorbing all other sounds and bringing all beings into a shared sense of amazement. The cliche is that as quickly as it arrived, it dissapeared when I entered the house.
'there's no such thing as bad weather' rob mcdermott 10/09/03
I've emptied the washing machine, made myself some food, did the washing up and am now listening to a wonderful compiliation I made last night and reading travel brochures. Life is pretty good but my knee hurts. And I'm still wet.
Music is one of the things that I can rely on to tap into my feelings and touch me like no other person is capable. I would be content with travelling the world on foot for the rest of my life if all I could hear was all the music existent to man. [that use of man is generic for huMAN's, another misogynistic word that we have no escape from]
I do enjoy my life you know.
Oh and I actually ventured to exchange my number with another. Now what will become of that? All I can remember is enthusiasticly talking at the said individual so perhaps that isn't the best basis for a relationship!
Oh I am really happy, I love making compilations and listening to them when there are no distractions from others, sunshine is beautiful and a quivering melodic voice is even more so.
The best people on this earth are venturing to University in a fortnight, I love them so much.
The Be Good Tanyas are now playing, beautiful. x
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