Friday Night And A Love-Hate Relationship
Well, tonight went quite alot nicer and less pathetic than last night did.
Friday was something of a Flavor Of The Week kind of night. Crystal was out to the movies with some friends, so I was left at the house to figure out what to do with myself. I sat out on the porch for awhile, on the railing like I used to do when I was a kid and sang along to I'm A Loser, which I thought rather fit the situation. I played a little Stones, some Bob Marley until I couldn't stand it any longer, and sat there swinging my feet and watching cars drive past.
It didn't take me long to realize I was watching for his car. I don't know, I guess because I've been thinking about him lately, I'm not sure why. It was a bit odd, almost subconscious. Panning most of the vehicles passing, watching, waiting almost, assuming he'd come past sooner or later. Sometimes you just get that feeling, you know?
Well, after a while he did, surprisingly enough, or not surprisingly, whichever way you want to look at it. That left me feeling a little unsettled. I went and laid down on the wooden flooring and popped the Stones back in the CD player, 19th Nervous Breakdown- I wondered if they were writing about me, and Under My Thumb, which as I listened to I got more and more frustrated at Mick, until I couldn't even give him the hand/satisfaction of having me listen to the entire song, so I slammed the lid up, tossed the CD back in the case, went back in the house, slammed the screen door, threw my shoes down in their spot, and stomped into the back room, fuming to myself about what a horrid, wretched person he is and how you shouldn't ever, ever treat people like that just because they're women. (Sound familiar?)
The worst parts are:
"The difference in the clothes she wears"
"The way she does just what she's told"
"The way she talks when she's spoken to"
"Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself, (under my thumb) but I can still look at someone else."
Oooh it just ticks me off!!!! But I wasn't so burnt in my feministic sizzling that I didn't watch Gimme Shelter about a half hour later, which only served to confirm my belief in his self-centered awfulness. But he's just so pretty that you can't completely hate him.
Look at that. Come on. You just have to adore that. You don't exactly have a choice.
Mmm. Even now he's still beautiful. He's 60 million years old and STILL nobody'd kick him out of their bed. Good lord.
ANYWAY, haha, I was getting a headache and watching Mick jiggle his head around so much at shows didn't help much, so after it was done I headed up to bed. Just as I was about to snap off the light Susen called, so that was fun, we talked till 1 and she confirmed my fears about Saw. ::sigh:: =P After that I sat for a bit, then clicked off the light, put Wild Horses on repeat and eventually fell into a weird sleep permeated by his voice and embellished by strange dreams.
Eh. I don't know. Whatever. There you go. There's my Friday night.
Grrrrrrrr!
Friday was something of a Flavor Of The Week kind of night. Crystal was out to the movies with some friends, so I was left at the house to figure out what to do with myself. I sat out on the porch for awhile, on the railing like I used to do when I was a kid and sang along to I'm A Loser, which I thought rather fit the situation. I played a little Stones, some Bob Marley until I couldn't stand it any longer, and sat there swinging my feet and watching cars drive past.
It didn't take me long to realize I was watching for his car. I don't know, I guess because I've been thinking about him lately, I'm not sure why. It was a bit odd, almost subconscious. Panning most of the vehicles passing, watching, waiting almost, assuming he'd come past sooner or later. Sometimes you just get that feeling, you know?
Well, after a while he did, surprisingly enough, or not surprisingly, whichever way you want to look at it. That left me feeling a little unsettled. I went and laid down on the wooden flooring and popped the Stones back in the CD player, 19th Nervous Breakdown- I wondered if they were writing about me, and Under My Thumb, which as I listened to I got more and more frustrated at Mick, until I couldn't even give him the hand/satisfaction of having me listen to the entire song, so I slammed the lid up, tossed the CD back in the case, went back in the house, slammed the screen door, threw my shoes down in their spot, and stomped into the back room, fuming to myself about what a horrid, wretched person he is and how you shouldn't ever, ever treat people like that just because they're women. (Sound familiar?)
The worst parts are:
"The difference in the clothes she wears"
"The way she does just what she's told"
"The way she talks when she's spoken to"
"Under my thumb her eyes are just kept to herself, (under my thumb) but I can still look at someone else."
Oooh it just ticks me off!!!! But I wasn't so burnt in my feministic sizzling that I didn't watch Gimme Shelter about a half hour later, which only served to confirm my belief in his self-centered awfulness. But he's just so pretty that you can't completely hate him.
Look at that. Come on. You just have to adore that. You don't exactly have a choice.
Mmm. Even now he's still beautiful. He's 60 million years old and STILL nobody'd kick him out of their bed. Good lord.
ANYWAY, haha, I was getting a headache and watching Mick jiggle his head around so much at shows didn't help much, so after it was done I headed up to bed. Just as I was about to snap off the light Susen called, so that was fun, we talked till 1 and she confirmed my fears about Saw. ::sigh:: =P After that I sat for a bit, then clicked off the light, put Wild Horses on repeat and eventually fell into a weird sleep permeated by his voice and embellished by strange dreams.
Eh. I don't know. Whatever. There you go. There's my Friday night.
Grrrrrrrr!
posted by Angela at 12:55 AM
5 Comments:
"He's 60 million years old and STILL nobody'd kick him out of their bed."
...I would.
Well okay, you can all be losers and kick him out of your bed, but I sure wouldn't. Heck, Mick Jagger is VOLUNTARILY IN YOUR bed? That's a one-time-only chance man, take it! =P
(Susen- Our conversation about what, Mick or Saw?)
I like it.
Yeah but.... isn't he just so pretty? =)
Whose the guys car your looking for?
Uh, do I know you?
I tend to lean away from answering anonymous queries.
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