Drenched to the Bone ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pieces of paper to myself.
Things I wrote on paper that sit at the bottom of my bag, or inbetween receipts in my wallet. Before I throw them all out, here are the good ones: "You are an I-choo-choo-choose-you scrooge." - written on St.Valentine's day. "Deodorant. Blank CD's. Batteries. Learn French." - Shopping list. You can't order pizza on your fantasy Paris trip by sayng "la pizza" or "la meat lovers". Also, you cannot buy French fluency from Woolies. "Some of my friends are people." - Written beside my name on one of my business cards. I have a few close friends. I am too reserved. Sometimes I wish my name was something more buddy-buddy like Charlie. "I am the fairweather friend." - On the back face of the card previous. Everyone has short memories, and you are only as good as the last thing you did or said. I used to think it was other people, but it seems I am fairweather. Just realised the stupid card was a cause and effect message. "Clementine's erasure. Plenum is the opposite of vacuum." - Damn odd. What frame of mind was I in? "It's not the end of the world." - The oldest of the notes, crumpled and the most read. Sits beside my keys in the front pocket of my satchel. Saves me when I am feeling anxious. Now my greeting message when I turn on my mobile phone. "Those cities have formed so many European minds that they must have a meaning. They have the means of moving to tears or of uplifting. They quiet a certain spiritual hunger whose bread is memory." - Words by Albert Camus on a page ripped out of my composition book. So lyrically beautiful. I want to discover its meaning first hand (Paris, Florence?). For now the words will suffice. "Eat more fruit" - I didn't write this; it was on pad paper that isn't mine. I suspect it was my mother because two weeks ago she secretly bundled two nectarines into my bag. Diabolical. "Yo mama's glasses are so thick she can look at a map and see people waving at her." - This was in my wallet written down for emergencies. Nothing to do with the nectarines, its for when I do battle yo! Gotta quit doing this. All these bits of paper are a fire hazard. 10:27 p.m. - Saturday, Feb. 19, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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