new job

Every time I get a job I can't help but think... new job. This "small thought" showed up in Radiohead's airbag/how am i driving? EP and for whatever reason it stuck with me. I hope it sticks with you as well.

But the difference is that I actually do have that new job, and it's full time right now. To call it boring would do an injustice to boring things, and it's already cancelled some good hang time with good friends, but whatever. Good things must come from this, they must. That's what everyone's told me. It must be true. It must. Good things. Money. Good. (Napster bad.)

Convention is coming. Next weekend. I hope everyone knows how important this is. The meaningful half of my heart has no plans after next weekend. Its crystal ball of coolness ends there. There is no event after that showing up. I don't know what that means. I don't think I want to find out. I'm scared, as much as I can't wait I'm scared. So many people, no time to sleep... all the love I have to give.

Look at me doing all these things without you.
We always left a new world untrue.
Where was it we tried hard not to go to?
-Beth Orton-