Please please please
It’s rainy chilly days like this that remind me of shopping for Doc Marten boots in Glasgow and the Smiths song Please please please. I am lazily entertained by rainy days somehow.
And please please please might I be enveloped in a sensual experience sometime soon…I am craving an experience which will touch all my senses - give me something new to look at, listen to, feel, taste, smell. Riding the 47 bus doesn’t cut it; the stench of burning flesh/tires going over the Nairn bridge every morning isn’t novel anymore. Not what I had in mind anyway.
I’m thinking of borrowing a camera for the weekend; it’s a good way to reawaken oneself to one’s surroundings. How many subtle happenings do I miss on my way to and from Tranconnania every day (the mystical section of the city in which I’m presently a serf)? Today I found out that the fellow who drives the #17 bus likes Cinnamon Hazelnut coffee best of all coffees and the evening guy at work with the tattoos and piercings is named Dave. It seems I’ve learned more today than usual…Maybe I should start keeping, in ironic fashion, a Book of Daily Secrets. May 22/02 - Secrets 1 & 2…Cut down on the dried cranberries and try to think before speaking wherever possible. Secret 3…Make sure I’m looking at the right spot when getting my driver’s license photo taken. Four years until the next one…
Posted on May 22, 2002 09:09 PM