rm | sundries

neo_nym sent me coconut ice (thank you thank you thank you). It's made me very happy, while also enhancing the melancholy. Luckily, I like my melancholy. In the interest of full disclosure, most days I have random "I miss my home" moments about Sydney. I've stopped questioning the phrasing, impulse and emotion. It is was it is. It's not an imperative nor is it melodrama, it's just what it is.

Yesterday I was in Forever 21 (btw, all clothes in all stores in Australia look exactly like everything in Forever 21 -- much of it I like conceptually, butmost of it looks terrible on me) and bought sunglasses big enough to eat my head. They make me look like a giant bug, and please me a great deal. While I was there, there was some random techno song on -- very tpical stuff, bored woman intoning names of cities, that whole deal, but then it would receed into this incredibly melancholy version of "If you're going to San Francisco" and it was so _smart_ using that as an echo of a lost world. Granted, I'm hormonal, but it was so sad and eerie, iconic and beautiful -- anyone know what it was?

Hey, I have to go do a show.