I Have to Find Something Else to Write About

So... I feel like it is incumbent on me to write something ELSE just to get away from the previous subject, which is (I will be honest and admit) somewhat preoccupying me despite my wishes.

Thus, I am sitting here, with a self-imposed time limit of fifteen minutes left on the meter outside before I risk a fucking horrendous parking ticket, and I need to get my ass out of this lovely free new-to-me swiveling desk chair and go to Curves.

Today was something of a shopping therapy day. That's pathetic, but true. I got paid yesterday (actually, Wednesday), and I feel flush, even if it's not really justified. And I had to go get Miss M's wedding present ANYWAY, so... I got silly things for me: a toaster the slots of which are actually wide enough and which won't burn my toast, and more short-leg sweat pants and a cheap tee shirt. This is good. Now I can get more clothes dirty from Curves without doing laundry. WHY do I hate doing laundry so much? It's probably the easiest chore there is, with washers and dryers. But I hate it anyway.

I love this song. Sometime I'll write the lyrics in here. I HAVE them somewhere, written in an e-mail or an old journal, so it would be annoying to transcribe it all over. But it's about two people in a relationship who aren't understanding each other and who appear to want someone they have (or at least one of them has) CREATED rather than the actual person they're with.

Oh, the heck with it. Here they are: "Let Your Hair Hang Down", by Leon Rosselson (I think... it might be Roy Bailey, too)

Let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang low
Tell me what you want
Because I don't know

Let me see your eyes
Don't turn away
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to say

There are times when you smile as you turn to me
But they pass like the sun
Only shadows that turn into dust when the daylight has gone

I don't see how I can
I can't say what I see
You don't want what I am
What you want I can't be

Let me see your eyes
Don't turn away
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to say

You turn like the sea, change like the wind
I can't break the spell, I can't see an end

When I see in your look only emptiness
And you turn me to stone
I have nothing to give
All that's left is to turn and be gone

I don't see how I can
I can't say what I see
You don't want what I am
What you want I can't be

You turn like the sea, you change like the wind
I can't break the spell, I can't see an end

Let your hair hang down
Let your hair hang low
Tell me what you want
Because I don't know

Ohh, I love that song, depressing as it is. And by now my meter has no doubt run out. Shit. Later, y'all.