saturday morning

gotta love sitting at home in your underwear, watching some horrible rom-com and not feeling in the least oppressed by future, obligations, or clothing. Thinking mundane thoughts that don't bear investigation, like, who is keanu reeves dating. Went and saw Sleater Kinney last night, which was way awesome except I felt like I was the only person in the crowd; I think their music belongs to me, and it definitely makes me want to dance in ways that are too difficult in standing room only. Corin's face extends in a nice yowl; Carrie is hot in the way I want to be, except I think I may be a better drummer than bassist. Really am starting a band, one day. Saw my bro, who has lots of plans and who I am reaching a level of frankness with. I hate that my mother "worries" about him, not that she can "help" it: a willful misunderstanding, but on my part too, like how he spoke of having been through a lot and I immediately thought of drugs and he said, no, with other people. I can relate to that. Everyone's lives are changing, now, as I'm breaking out of selfimposed? isolation and hearing of jobs quit, cities newly inhabited, plans afoot all around. Alaska is still my secret, just some place I'm going for awhile, but I want it to be direction, experience, adventure; to make it home. I'm getting faster and faster turnarounds, having conversations instead of feeling awkward in this little space. I gotta get outside now, back to the life.