i live in a temperate climate, and we are really not set up for forty degrees centigrade heatwaves. i just got a message from a good friend innforming me that it is officially the hottest day EVER in our city's history, which is why my lovely air-conditioned workplace was filled with people hanging about simply because they would pass out with the heat in their houses. i feel like a big puddle of sticky prickly bheurgh. I work in a alternative cd store and the music that got me through today was a hot-weather cocktail of the beach boys, the whitlams, the shins, ben lee (that was a mistake though. im not quite sure whether i like him too much after all...) and, in a fit of summer madness, (wai for it ) SHERYL CROW. woohoo! anyway im going to inflate my frog paddling pool and sit in ice water on our deck with my darling cousin :) x

and some you'll do for love love love. it's ten twenty eight pm on a work night and I'm trying to muster the will power to go to bed after a crap day that included getting concussion but having to stay at work anyway (what happened to workplace safety????) but instead i'm here, starting a new journal. i've been learning to sing john darnielle's song love love love and play it on guitar tonight, and it has left me feeling soft shelled. it's so heartbreakingly sweet that i played it three times through. i don't know why i prefer sad songs to happy ones, but at the moment, although i am newly happy, it's still fragile, and chirpy songs don't resonate with me yet. x faith