I’m going to be 28 in a month. It’s a birthday, so that’s nice. And I’m feeling less numb and that’s nice too. I feel much less the sour puss ice princess and a little more me. I’m still awfully introspective and consequently pretentious, but I am regaining the ability to laugh at myself and I have recently been known to exhale in a manner that’s different from a sigh. That’s really nice.
Today I am this Rufus Wainwright song that I listened to on grey days in Prague (there were a lot of them. It was quite atmospheric.). It’s a sad song, but it’s all part of the thawing process.
Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems I like’s a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, A little bit harmful for me
If I should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like’s a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, A little bit harmful for me
And then there’s those other things
Which for several reasons we won’t mention
Everything about ‘em is a little bit stranger
A little bit harder, A little bit deadlyIt isn’t very smart, Tends to make one part so brokenhearted
Sitting here remembering me,
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places,
With scrappy boys’ faces
Have general run of the town
Playing with prodigal sons,
Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
Can’t expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy
While running on empty, You little old doll with a frown
You got to keep in the game
Retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of ‘A Lesson in Tightropes’
or ‘Surfing Your High Hopes’ or ‘Adios Kansas’It isn’t very smart, Tends to make one part so brokenhearted
Still there’s not a show on my back,
Holes or a friendly intervention
I’m just a little bit heiress, A little bit Irish
A little bit Tower of Pisa, Whenever I see ya
So please be kind, If I’m a mess
HRH
