i am marinated in ennui, a victim of north carolina and wal-mart and red clay and briars. the obligatory mention of bodily functions and nascar, war isn't hell, this is. the highlight of my day yesterday was to get a call from my mother requesting my presence in the fatback section of harris-teeter so i could stand red-faced in line. miss melting-pot cashier asked if i had my card, i wonder if she has hers and i wonder how often there's a sale on fatback. not this day.
i was much more content to listen to wqfs and to the charms of their 6 to 8 tuesday dj. love at first sight is possible, especially on an island, but i do wonder how many people really listen to anyone anymore. if a microphone were pushed in front of me, there would be bodily functions, many "uhs" and maybe a nag about restrictor plate racing. it won't wash off.
kathy gives me something to live for, someone to believe in. i know what i'll be doing next tuesday. do you?
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