tales from an ordinary world

1999-03-31

Is travel really the solution to everything ?

Gyu-don in the local japanese restaurant. Muzak renditions of Blue Moon and stuch. Then the girl in the supermarket admires my hair (yeah, sorry Christian, another hair story). "I really like your hair. I'd never do it myself though". "Why not ?" "My boyfriend'd kick my ass". "Everybody says that. You oughta try it." "My parents'd hate it. And my grandfather...gawd...I won't tell you what he'd do..." "Uh, ok."

I was meant to go see R.L. Burnside at the Continental tonight. Dammit. My social life needs a bit of organization. Advance planning. Yeah. Whatever.

There's a booze shop on campus now. I wish they'd open a bakery - something that might be open before 8am.

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone,
without a dream in my heart,
without a love of my own...