When I'm With You I Have Fun

The sky outside my house on a Saturday night. A strange number just called my phone but I was too late. I pretended to be glum as a trick but then I made it real.

If your number begins 351, call me.

Birthday Treaties

It was my birthday and my friend David made me a gift that was really great. I made myself breakfast one morning and listened to the CD of short stories he recorded for me. I listened to it four times today.

My favourite story is I Am Unemployed by Tao Lin, but I like them all. I Am Unemployed makes me imagine I am standing on a street in New York, or maybe in Philadelphia (although I don't know what Philadelphia would be like, so I don't know why I think of it), and Betrayed Kingdom makes me think that sometimes I drink too much and am too flirtacious and sometimes people might get tired of me being like that. David's voice is amazingly rich and lovely, and it was nice to hear it and imagine him reading and what he looks like when he speaks.

Thank you David x

I also got some other nice things.

The back of the tapestry below is covered in stickers and doodles; one of Orlando Bloom, and 'Courtney''s signature, surrounded by stars. Twelve year olds are funny and own funny things and I like owning Courtney's old frame, even though she was a terrible speller and Orlando Bloom is not that cool.

My birthday last year was horrid, and this one was good, but the day after your birthday is always weird.

Fan

I love Joy Division. It is somewhat embarrassing to admit that when I bought Unknown Pleasures as a fifteen year old, it was because I loved Interpol and kept hearing that they sounded 'a lot like Joy Division'. Oh, the shame.
Unknown Pleasures is my favourite album. I used to play it in my bedroom and lie in the dark and 'feel'. Track 4, Insight, is particularly good for this since it is the aural equivalent of a crushed windpipe and cement-filled chest. The laserbeam noises are also good. I mostly am an emotionless automaton these days, but Joy Division takes me back to a time when this wasn't the case, and I would listen and weep for the tragedy and beauty of it all. WEEP.
Some people say that Closer is the better album, but my first and true love will always be
for Unknown Pleasures. Emotional ties that can't be broke. My admiration for Ian Curtis has diminished somewhat since reading Touching from a Distance, because it sounds like he was a controlling misogynist, which is unfortunate.