kid got a new pair of headphones. a terrible story precedes it, but no worse than plenty of other families have, but i'd still prefer it not be part of our story. i wasnt even home, dont blame me.
the headphones are called BOMBORAS. 23 bucks. he got the super chic retro brown and tan pair. they are the big fat padded ones like we had back in the day.
i cant wear those little earbud headphones. no matter how tiny the little earbud is, it hurts my ear.
these i can do. so he got them a few days ago, and let me wear them tonight, now that their "burn in" period is over.
i went right to eddie vedder's wishlist. the one from david letterman - that was the first time we all heard it, and the first time we all saw him with short hair. i remember vividly how i gasped, and my friend went oh. my. god. to this day, i feel the same way. sweet jesus, he has dimples. prominent dimples. i wish i was the verb to trust and never let you down.
then i listen to just breathe, because its a beautiful song.
then i listen to faded love by patsy cline. it's amazing. if you are somewhat deaf, like i am - deaf enough to need the words on the tv, cause otherwise every five minutes you are saying, "what'd he say?" it's amazing. you can hear things so clearly. and if you go in your room and close the door, you can belt it out, too. it was in the springtime, that youuuuu said goodbye... her voice is clear as a bell.
then i listened to she's got you, which mommy always loved. ive got your memory, or has it got me? i really dont knooooow but i knoooooow it wont leet me be! love it!
and now it's if you've got leaving on your mind. god she was so so so good. tell me now, get it over, hurt me now, get it over, if theres a new love in your heart.
i got nothing to talk about. nothing i want to talk about here. things are very very very slowly and yet still, substantially improving with my son. the book is going well. i sold my first one to a stranger, so that was fun. i am passionately in love with bernie sanders, and could talk about him at length, but i have learned that talking politics is futile. i could talk about my thoughts on paris and isis, but that's futile. its hallmark christmas movie season. i like them a lot, even tho i love to insult them when i am watching them for their trite messages and predictability.
we are having pizza for dinner tonight.
now hallelujah. and love is not a victory march its a cold and its a broken hallelujah
i think these headphones could change my life.
padded room with headphones, and meals delivered. half hour outside each day. yes.