I'm happy.
I love: my new job, sopapillas for breakfast via Cinco de Mayo, coffee, my boyfriend, arugala, Fleet Foxes, fascinating avian researchers at the Sutton Avian Research Center, cheesy Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not by Thompson Square, the Thunder, upcoming graduations, flowers in bloom, wafts of honeysuckle, ice machines.
Things I consumed at the Oklahoma City Arts Festival (over three seperate visits mind you): baked potato topped with brisket, cinnamon and sugar soft pretzal, fried peaches, grilled corn.
For now I've decided to still wait tables a few nights a week at The Wedge, because:
of my coworkers.
it's literally three minutes from my house.
it's nice to consider something "extra money." hahaha.
of slow Sunday nights.
of good beer sipped from plastic CocaCola cups.
of the accesss to such good, local food.
And now, some song lyrics (!!!)
Helplessness Blues, Fleet Foxes
I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I'd say I'd rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me
But I don't, I don't know what that will be
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see
What's my name, what's my station, oh, just tell me what I should do
I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you
Or bow down and be grateful and say "sure, take all that you see"
To the men who move only in dimly-lit halls and determine my future for me
And I don't, I don't know who to believe
I'll get back to you someday soon you will see
If I know only one thing, it's that everything that I see
Of the world outside is so inconceivable often I barely can speak
Yeah I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself
What good is it to sing helplessness blues, why should I wait for anyone else?
And I know, I know you will keep me on the shelf
I'll come back to you someday soon myself
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm raw
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore
And you would wait tables and soon run the store
Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore
If I had an orchard, I'd work till I'm sore
Someday I'll be like the man on the screen
