I know its a stupid day. But it's a day that I used to do off the cuff things like have people secretly drive me across South Carolina to surprise a certian daughter of the confederacy. Today will most probably feel rotten.
Jay, last night, chastised me for even entertaining the notion that I might not one day get L back. He's probably right, and we toasted to "the meantime", but today will most probably feel rotten.
If you are a single friend, and/or a beautiful and firey woman, please seek me out today. That is all.
For all of y'all's listening enjoyment: George Strait - All my Ex's live in Texas
About Me
- De.Corday
- Charlote de Corday, a figure of the French Revolution, was a rebel against the rebellion, an individual in a war of sides. Charlotte de Corday has thus become my nom de guerre as an individual caught up in a world that speaks in borders rather than content. I am quite simply a student of philosophy and theories of government, a musician and a coffee addict, returned to my native urban New Jersey to find a place rapidly gentrifying, changing, growing--whatever you want to call it, only to move to Brooklyn and act as the other side of that coin. I am trying to make art after four years of academy, trying to feel for an ever elusive home... also trying to keep my car running. Trying to live and work and create in a way that each is copacetic to the other two. I currently write freelance and work for a newspaper in Lower Manhattan.
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