Thursday, February 12, 2009

Tiresome [February 12th | 42/365]

A green room full of comedians.

Conversations concerning MySpace.

Conversations concerning space that take place in the daytime.

Those who would extend a metaphor about the moon far enough to ruin a love song.

Love songs concerning the moon without irony.

These weekly late-night parades of local folkloric and/or confessional acoustic fare.

The doorside peddling of merchandise.

Convincing well-meaning friends that you are okay to walk home.

Apologies for the sake of after-logic.

Not asking for an apology when leaving the second voicemail.

The glasses on the desk in the morning.

Dust; laundry; tchotchkes.

Tchotchkes with sob stories.

Sob stories.

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