I feel like the only thing has happened for the past week of my life is a continual playing of Joanna Newsom. Everything else is like it didn’t exist. I think this is unhealthy. I am going to a junkyard tomorrow to look for parts. And working. I have done lots of ‘work’ and nothing constructive. This is my favorite part of the song coming right now I literally rewound it and played it consecutively ten or more times earlier. The hand claps are what do it for me just like in “Lean On Me”. And the fucking lyrics are so powerful right there.
I feel like such a zealot.
Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.
