where has my head gone? {2/365}
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

That's my submission for today for the new group I've joined at Flickr. My bad habit of leaving my keys in the door. It continues to this day. I only mention this because I think today or tomorrow is my ex boyfriend's birthday, and it's been awhile since...heh, I guess I've been listening to Matt Good too much lately.

I'm sitting here on my hard bed, drinking a cup of strong coffee and listening to The Stand in the background. Multi-task. I wish they made longer cigarettes. It's seldom I smoke a whole one, as they usually just burn out to nothing in the ashtray while I'm working or in my hand, while I'm driving.

I have lots to say today, but it's that kind of small talk that no one really pays any attention to. I'm one of those people that can blab about nothing, I just choose not to, because silence sounds so much better. Like silken strands of hair across your face, or spider webs in between your fingers. I'm so lyrical, today.

Second cup of strong coffee:
I'm going to watch The Departed shortly. I initially wanted to watch something on one of the other discs I borrowed from Emmanuel but for some reason, some stuff won't play on my laptop. I like people who give me movies.

Buckley is barking furiously at the front door, I'm in my bedroom typing on the computer. He could be telling me that someone is here, but that doesn't mean I'll get up to answer it. I rarely answer the door unless I know you're coming over. I hate unannounced visits like the way Georgia O'keefe hated flowers. If you're not a philistine, you'd know what I mean. And if you don't know what I mean, that's ok, too.

I need to take some new pictures...probably tonight. In my nightgown, pearls and stockings like some kind of glamorous hollywood icon from the 1940's. God, I was born in the wrong time. I was meant to live the life of a woman who fretted over the straightness of her stockings.