tonight i went for dinner at the house of friends of friends.
i'd forgotten the culture which dictates the imparativeness of taking one's shoes off before entering.
i was not wearing socks reflective of self.
i am beginning to pick up a pattern,
when introducing my proffession to new/young parents.
they get this look,
what has she seen, how is she judging..?"
and on an altogether different topic
i feel like its a confession
that i, for the last two years or so
had let my love for radiohead
fall to the backburner in favor of the new, shiny, pretty people.
last night i watched this documentry on them,
and fell head over heels
all over again
i can't stop listening
can't stop listening
the bends. kid a.