hot child in the city

when she goes downtown, she walks
like she just don't care, yeah.

this has been the easiest move-out process ever. partly thanks to wide-eyed insomniac delirium, partly thanks to the fact that i don't like this place. goodbye hewitt. goodbye harsh sunrays at 8am, goodbye construction workers' whistles, goodbye linoleum, goodbye filthy communal bathroom, goodbye dysfunctional kitchen, goodbye nights when i thought i would actually die from all the heat and air con less ness, goodbye archaic sign-in policies, goodbye patronizing res life workers....

and hello homelessness.

7 days to claremont.

with the smiths right now i am doing that thing when i loop back in the cycle to buried past loves and oh my i've been listening to everything! and all i can keep singing are songs about keats and yeats and tutus and why not to get married and ambiguously described gay love and feelings of nothingness and yes, i try to resist it because i hate its namesake but THE QUEEN IS DEAD is really the best smiths album. it is! i actually like more songs on strangeways.... but liking one song on TQID can often be likened to two songs on strangeways ... so there?

i want to catch something that i might be ashamed of...

also ...

"oh, you don't understand! i'm a man!"
"well. nobody's perfect!"

I LOVE BILLY WILDER

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