um, I'm definitely moving.
did I mention what I good girl I am for not spending money on the ed harcourt show at the iron horse? the show that I am not going to? at the iron horse?
just wanted to make sure I told you guys about that. positive reinforcement is welcomed and appreciated, as always.
so this morning, I had to take the show on the road. skirt, boots, smile, handshakes. I always swore I'd never pound the pavement bringing donuts to real estate agents. and I haven't.
I brought chocolate covered strawberries instead.
and after my four stops, I was heading back down 95 for what seemed like the millionth time. I was on the verge of something. I still am. not quite crying, not quite screaming, not quite laughing, not quite throwing up, but a little bit of all of these. I'm strangely apprehensive and strangely calm. I'm all arms and legs. and I've gotten another lesson what I'm not, by what I did today. I don't want to sell anybody anything, but I like to talk about stuff. I don't want to have to write for a living, I just want to write. and take pictures. and fall in love with the boys on the stage, giving us everything they've got so that we'll stay for the next song.
the storm is coming. I can feel it in my bones.
~vvb
i heard somewhere that Ed might play again next year. the CD is fanfuckingtastic, though -- i got it last night. way better than a show. but then i like to sit around on my ass and have control over the volume and the refreshments.
i told you that you'd know. you say it quietly, at first, almost startled by the sound of your own voice. and then it becomes a declaration, and you wow yourself with the words. and then it's a mission statement, and you tell everyone you meet.
JUMP. and a net will appear.
*~k