assorted thoughts while commuting
Jul. 12th, 2002 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauralhApparently Don't You Want Me by the Human League only fails to make me cry if I've been drinking.
Steve thought I was flirting with his friend at our BBQ on Wednesday, but really I don't think I was. He did look extra-cute, I'll admit, and Steve is very perceptive, so that must be it. Of course he only looked cute because he'd probably lost weight from camping for a week. What can I say, I likes 'em skinny.
I saw Sean Nelson (you know, that guy) at the Barca Lounge last night. I was there with Steve and the Egyptians, partly because I was feeling rested from a nap and partly because I didn't know when I'd get to hang out with Steve again before we met up in NYC next weekend. Anyway we mostly talked about Steve's problems, which was fine, because I worry about him. He said "Well, these lows are the price that I pay for those fantastic highs." To which I replied, "Yeah, I don't believe it works that way personally."
Because I don't, really. I don't believe that you have to be sad now in order to be happy later. Maybe you get a better appreciation for it, but who cares? That's like saying you have to hate in order to know what love is, or something. I dunno. Seems like crap to me.
The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's album is so incredible. You can tell they love what they're doing. It's the first album in years to move me.
Steve thought I was flirting with his friend at our BBQ on Wednesday, but really I don't think I was. He did look extra-cute, I'll admit, and Steve is very perceptive, so that must be it. Of course he only looked cute because he'd probably lost weight from camping for a week. What can I say, I likes 'em skinny.
I saw Sean Nelson (you know, that guy) at the Barca Lounge last night. I was there with Steve and the Egyptians, partly because I was feeling rested from a nap and partly because I didn't know when I'd get to hang out with Steve again before we met up in NYC next weekend. Anyway we mostly talked about Steve's problems, which was fine, because I worry about him. He said "Well, these lows are the price that I pay for those fantastic highs." To which I replied, "Yeah, I don't believe it works that way personally."
Because I don't, really. I don't believe that you have to be sad now in order to be happy later. Maybe you get a better appreciation for it, but who cares? That's like saying you have to hate in order to know what love is, or something. I dunno. Seems like crap to me.
The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's album is so incredible. You can tell they love what they're doing. It's the first album in years to move me.
