So, I don’t know if you don’t know about Beirut (capital of Lebanon? city in France? name of band?) but you better know, if you know what I know.
My Night With a Prostitute in Marseilles (Free Here) is another one of the many reasons that I love. Beirut. Really? Marseilles? That’s just……
Also, a few days ago when I was home (I think it was Monday, because I really haven’t been home all that much lately), I was sitting watching tv shows in my living room, bundled up in a blanket, and I was sitting comfortably, arms resting crossed across my body, my hand gently cupping my right breast in the most natural of positions….. wait. See, that would be normal if my uncle hadn’t walked in on me watching a tv show and holding my right boob in the middle of the afternoon, but no, now it has to get all weird, with the deer eyes (me) and the ignoring of what he OBVIOUSLY noticed (him) and the inconspicuous (not) jerk away of my hand as though it suddenly realized it wasn’t supposed to be attached to me. Totes natural. I played it cool. I swear.
My life doesn’t even know what the word awkward means, really.
Also, Corinne Bailey Rae’s new album The Sea is bomb-diggity. My favourite is Paper Dolls for now, with Blackest Lily (her voice is like illegally soothing) coming in second, but I haven’t given it a good enough listen yet. I’m not sure where I got it but I’m sure it was illegal. *cough* I mean, I uhh, got it from a friend. The smug femme fatale meets soul singer = I’d do her. (See, I’m totally making “classy” a trend here.)
Tomorrow is brunch with the femmes…. and then sadly I’m off to work early to commemorate a great bar patron that passed away this past Sunday. I’m working the wake. Is that weird? I kind of thought so too. We’ll see how it goes.
Sunday is going to be ace, but we’ll get to that when we get to it.
Enjoy the silence, (thanks Depeche!)(And Rumi?)