ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- when you lose, you will have no one to blame but us it's brian wilson's birthday. it's the last day of spring. we all know that summer means goodbye. i spent the morning running around looking for orange clothes. we're playing a show tonight where we all wear orange. one of the shirts i found just says in black letters "When You Lose, You Will Have No One To Blame But Us". amazing. i have found it harder and harder to laugh and cry and be light and be amazed and have fun lately. i wonder what it means... i wonder if i'm older or if the world around me is getting older and there's less to be joyful about. i think i want to quit my job as it's changed to the point where it's no fun anymore, and it's crowded and annoying and suffocating. what should i do? know won "no"s. no one knows. i have been sighing and wondering a lot lately. it's nice. i keep thinking about what i'll feel like when i have a door to close, a wall to hang my new weird scarf/tapestry thing on, an outlet to set up my record player with and let bob dylan's voice bounce around my own room. how cool that would be. maybe soon. totally soon. if you're not doing anything tonight, go to the detroit contemporary. there are three good bands and it'll be fun. wear orange and i will make out with you or maybe buy you a drink. just kidding. whatever. i love you. ******* listen to: saturday looks good to me, the lucksmiths, ladybug transistor, bob dylan, black dice, bessie jones, the wailers 3:47 p.m. - 6.20.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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