november 23
Une Annee Sans Lumiere
Hey, the streetlights all burn out.
Une année sans lumières.
Je monte un cheval,
qui porte des œillères.
Hey, my eyes are shooting sparks.
La nuit, mes yeux t'éclairent.
Ne dis pas à ton père
qu'il porte des œillères.
{arcadefire}
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This year, thanksgiving is going to be different. But I don't mind too much.
Ryan won't be home, and we won't be going down to grandma's where there are multiple aluminum cater sized trays of meat (which actually could seem like a pretty legit semi-travesty). But Alane and Mia and Tony are coming up, and Jordy and Linda, and we're going to cook a lot and I'll probably make everyone listen to Sufjan christmas albums, and dance around the kitchen. My cooking philosophies are much like those of the Thai: food turns out much better if you're happy and laughing the entire time. Yes, I cook.
The zipper of my favorite backpack broke, so today, I bought a new one made out of hemp.
I'm not going to sleep, and instead read books all night. Because I can.
Vacation is nice. Life is good.
I miss Brian though. I went to some galleries today.
Don't fight the inevitable, right Blam?
Also, news of epic proportions.
The story is pretty elaborate.
YES! --> "that's what she said"
1 comment:
i didn't know arcade fire sings in french. They are growing on me. I should probably get a hold of Neon Bible.
Good for Ryan. I am a bit curious about the story.
Turkey day sounds like it'll be different, but still good.
Nous nous parlons bientôt.
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