Saturday, January 21, 2006

bad bad leroy brown - jim croce

i love this song. i grew up on it. and every time i hear it i'm outraged that he gets beat up in the end. it's leroy brown! he's tough shit!

I can't keep myself from staring longingly at all of the books next to my computer. I know I've got to finish The Razor's Edge, and The Secret Garden, but then what? A Tree Grows in Brooklyn? She's Come Undone? Giant? A Clockwork Orange? Out of India? On the Road? AHHHH and those are just the ones that pop out.

Earlier today, I spent a long while at the gym. I did not work out wisely. I spent the entire time working out my legs, and then when I tried to walk down the stairs to the locker room, I almost fell. Yeah. (Notice: yeah must be read correctly. It is not just one syllable. It is "yee-ah".)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

on the road - qu-rack. "I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was- I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen,...and I looked at the cracked ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasnt scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then..." yay yay yeah