this is why i'll die of hunger

the room/house i really want to have is hugh grant's in about a boy. because of the cds. that's a dream life really, but we know it was boring, you know the crap. and actually, put the cds anywhere and it'd still be the most amazing room ever. well, for me.

there's something about cds that's almost charming. i know they'll be extinct one day, like dodos extinct; everyone downloads everything from the net now. jesse mccartney is huge in amazon (or itunes whatev) but his latest album doesn't sell. not a fan of his music. just read the news on yahoo! or somewhere which was about exactly this, the end of cds. i'm more a fan of jesse as, what, a thought, maybe an idea. right.

i was saying cds charm me. it's one thing listening to the songs you download that's like knowing the story of a book without having read it. having the actual thing in front of you, there's something there. this is useless. i'm a poor describer of the abstract.

bought four cds today. three were jonis, two would complete the four joni albums i always wanted to have. the other two i got as a christmas present from my friend tetel. i need more tom waits cds. i'm not a huge fan if i only have mule variations.

my first cd ever was jagged little pill. or the unplugged one. that or come on over. i of course grew up and learned one must not write shania twain in one's profiles if one thinks of appearances. which doesn't help at all because in the end when one is essentially unlikable, that's it. nothing changes.

non-bohemian, non-poet

if you really think about it, the new year shouldn't change shit about you, as a person, as a freaking living human being, because. but that sentiment is overused, and no one really cares anyway. it's fun and freaky and you're expected to do a lot of things: open doors, figure out what the next year brings, my mom says i should eat, turn on lights, clean the house.

i've no plans, one cannot plan bumming around. well, that's still one plan alright but plans are detailed and specific so maybe my plan does not qualify as a plan plan. roberto bolaño says poetry is homosexual; he goes on describing poets as sissies, faggots, fairies. it was one of the best pages of a book i've ever read. happy new year to me. and it's jd salinger's 90th today, happy birthday!