Thursday, July 24, 2014

free (but you'll still want a refund)

Listening to some pretty bomb tracks by Daniel Merriweather, who really never got any time on the radio except for his cover of "Stop Me" produced by Mark Ronson (who also produced another dope track by Lily Allen).

That's the answer to your unasked question of "What are you up to tonight, Emily?"

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In fact, I am purging all the bullshit nothingness that is at the surface of my mind so that we can get to something halfway decent or worthwhile. What will I discover when the hard candy shell is broken to reveal the caramely center?

And yet --

I would so like to watch a moving picture instead of forcing myself to have something to say.

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Tomorrow, I will awaken around 9:17. Jason and I will go to Café 33 for breakfast, where I plan to have a caramel toffee iced coffee, a delicious omelette full of delicious vegetables, and cheddar stone ground grits. (In case you're wondering, this meal sounds amazing because it is.) I will take Jason to work, go to my eye doctor appointment, visit Charming Charlie's, hang with Kara for a bit, make lunch, watch more Parks & Rec, and forget that there are only 24 hours in one day.

ardor


ardor

\ AHR-der \  , noun;
1.
great warmth of feeling; fervor; passion: She spoke persuasively and with ardor .
2.
intense devotion, eagerness, or enthusiasm; zeal: his well-known ardor for Chinese art .
3.
burning heat.
Her silence reached for him in the way an echo initiates a call-and-response. The ardor in her eyes had been there but yesterday. And now what? -- He was in exile. 
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disproportionate levels of ardor
between love and work
but is it possible 
one has supplanted the other 
or should i have more to drink 
to clear my head?