pittsburgh, then lancaster (my reprieve)

life is so strange. i'm here. i'm there. i'm not quite everywhere. 

richmond. pittsburgh. lancaster. richmond.

 

there are those places in life that you go and you always feel like you've never quite left and the coffeeshop on the corner of buena vista and jacksonia in the war streets is one of them. everything rushes into your head and it wasn't so long ago that i prepared for richmond trip number three by coming in here on a wednesday night in october and ordered my very first cinnamon roll. it's rare to come in here now and not order one. my sticky, empty plate would concur. 

the bloomington bagel company is one of those other places and, quite sadly, i do not know if that is a place we'll ever return to...

your face is looking long (9.7.2007)

These shadows from Sarah are taking a toll on me.
These shadows from Sarah are getting a hold of me.
When I look into ya' you're just like another human being -
without paint or walls - let's just forget about it -
yeah, baby - let's just forget about it

two weeks ago it was so damn hot; ninety-plus while we built the bleachers and one-hundred-and-four in richmond. but it's september now, you can feel the chill in the air and the sickness in your bones (here comes a cold). it's still summer but it feels like fall and the days are getting noticeably shorter. snow will be arriving here in pittsburgh before you can...

"there's a house party to-night in mars, are you coming?"

Sarah - what's taking you so long?
Oh Sarah - did we go somewhere wrong?
Oh Sarah - the years drag on and on -
without paint or walls - let's just forget about it -
yeah, baby - let's just forget about it

Let's forget about it all

"yeah, i'll be there, do you wanna go to-gether?"

"sure. i'll pick you up at your place, what's your address again?"

"one-oh-one forty-fourth street. i'm not feeling well though, i'm pretty medicated but i may wanna dip out early, is that okay?"

"yeah, i'm a little tired myself."

These shadows from Sarah are taking a toll on me.
These shadows from Sarah are starting to roll all over me
When I look into ya' - it's like you're drowning in a sea -
full of paint and walls - let's just forget about it -
yeah, baby - let's just forget about it

"i can't believe you know my grandmother. my great-grandmother. this is insane. and she babysat you!"

"small world isn't it?"

"sure is. this just blows me away. we had to have hung out when we were kids. i'm sure of it."

"i wouldn't be surprised..."

Sarah - what's taking you so long?
Oh Sarah - we can't tell right from wrong
Oh Sarah - these nights are getting long
without paint or walls - let's just forget about it -
yeah, baby - let's just forget about it

you know, a couple a weeks ago, i wasn't so sure about her. it was hot out and she was kinda sweaty, i didn't figure i'd see her much after that day but after fourteen and a half hours something kinda changed, you know? you don't spend that much time with someone you're completely indifferent about, but even now it's a few weeks later and my summer crush on jessica is still lingering and it seems like her little crush on gabe is a little more than she once claimed it was. but this one, she's something else. i think i could really really like her. how often do you have conversation that is that electric...?

i wonder what she's doing right now? i bet she'd like this basement show....

Sarah - did we go somewhere wrong?

Oh Sarah - your face is looking long
Oh Sarah - these years drag on and on-
without paint or walls - let's just forget about it -
yeah, baby - let's just forget about it all

why do i feel so awful? i can't be getting sick now, the first steelers game is on sunday. and and and and and. ugh. stacy, let's go home. i'm sorry to ask you so early but i feel like total crap. i thought i could stick it out a little longer but it doesn't look that way now...

yeah, baby - let's just forget about it all...

the natural is on demand to-night. i've not seen that movie since i was ten or eleven. it'd be a good one to fall asleep to.

where's my nyquill?