Monday, Oct. 28, 2002 - 2:49 P.M.
I want you to know that I love you so much, sometimes it feels like I'm going to burst. I want you to know that this scares me.
I want to know how to deal with the fact that there's so much horrible shit out there in this world, that I often feel like curling into a call and hiding in a corner. Hmmmm, how?
I want to get over being taunted in Middle School.
I want to know how to overcome this paralysis caused by fear.
I want to fuck you.
I want to surround myself with pretty things, pop music, and silly movies in an attempt at distraction.
I want to be in posession of a time machine so that I could move forward to the moment when I'm finally with you again.
I want new shoes.
I want to know what to do with myself during that time I usually spend waiting for something to happen.
I want to leave this office right now, go home, slip under my newly washed comforter and watch crappy talk shoes while smoking cigarettes out of my window.
I want to lean my face into the hollow of your collarbone and breathe you in.
I want to own more music.
I want to stop worrying about my appearance.
I want to run away with you to somewhere tacky, and get married in fishnets and stilettos with martinis in hand.
I want to have confidence in my writingselfwritingselfwriting . . .
I want to have a bathtub again.
I want to kiss until my lips are raw and my cheeks red from the friction of your five o'clock shadow.
Also, this is a set list from a recent Morrissey show:
Lyon, France - Transbordeur (Oct. 27, 2002) post-show
I Want The One I Can't Have / Suedehead / Little Man, What Now? / Hairdresser On Fire / Hand In Glove / Irish Blood, English Heart / The First Of The Gang To Die / Jack The Ripper / Alsatian Cousin / Everyday Is Like Sunday / Sister I'm A Poet / The World Is Full Of Crashing Bores / November Spawned A Monster / Meat Is Murder / I Like You / Speedway // There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! It's just not fair dammit!!!!!! Mother Fucking "Hand in Glove"???? Damn French people have all the luck.
ps - I have PMS.
