See You Next Tuesday.

I'm on vacation, so today was a relaxing start, sort of.  Sometimes I don't know what's more harsh: my mind or the real events of the world.  I have to live with both.  I took the train into town and saw the Institute of Contemporary Art.  It was smaller and took less time than I thought it would to walk through, but it was fabulous.  There was an artist featured there, Dana Schultz, who had this amazing painting 'Shame.'  I must've looked at it ten times.  I opted to shut my phone off and not take photos.  It was a break from the phone sort of day. 

I am still growing this unhealthy obsession with Tom Petty.  Currently, I'm listening to 'Here Comes My Girl' and just thinking it must be so nice to feel that way about someone, and have no doubts.  Each time I start to believe romantic feelings, thoughts, and inspirations can be true, signs seem to dictate otherwise. 

I wish I could take my pumpkin picking partner to see Dana Schultz's 'Shame.' If this was a Tom Petty song, I wouldn't have to wish as even the losers get lucky sometimes. 

Things like this just seem too good to be true, don't they?  Maybe I'm cynical or an asshole now.  Jesus, what a beautiful, romantic tune.  I said it before, it's his love song to the world.  How nice he left us with something because I didn't get to see him in concert, nor did I get to have sex with him.     

Wildflowers for you, Tom.  Rest in peace. 

I recently started smoking pot to relax and sleep better.  It's helped.  I felt lately like I'm in this rut, this rat race of working and an endless commute.  I do really enjoy what I do, but the days have been merging together and suddenly I'm a year older and it's all the same.  Life is so fleeting.  

At any rate, I got stoned and painted this.  I also had this manic energy.  I wasn't exactly angry, but I was feeling not happy.  I can't tell if it's garbage.  I believe I texted my friend while I was stoned and referred to it as "muff cabbage."

Why does Tom Petty still have to be dead?

I have been watching his live concert videos a lot during my poorly planned peaches and pretzel lunches.  I wasn't expecting him to come back to life, but he looked like such a kind and happy man.  His music was wonderful and by creating then sharing it, he made the world a better place.  Looks like The Killers did a tribute to him.  Watch for the banner they drop. 

I don't typically go for blondes, but I thought he was sexy as fuck.  

I don't know why I'm so sad about Tom Petty.  I didn't know him personally.  I did have tickets to go see him in the mid-nineties, but I got stood up at the last minute by a much older man I was dating and no one else could attend.     

Life is too short to be bitter about douchebags who ensure you'll never get to see Tom Petty before he dies.  It's better to celebrate those who don't stand us up for concerts.  If we are lucky enough to have people in our lives who love us, embrace them and enjoy them. 

This cake was made by a ginger with no soul, and no vanilla  He's the best friend ever.  

Also, if you cross the street while I have a green light, you are a piece of garbage.   I will yell:"I wish Tom Petty was dead instead of you!" because I am not good at confrontation or being mean, and don't really care.  Just stay out of my way and don't cross on the green light.  And be grateful we all get to hear this man's beautiful music for the rest of our days.   

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
Sail away, kill off the hours
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, find you a lover
Go away somewhere all bright and new
I have seen no other
Who compares with you

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free

Run away, go find a lover
Run away, let your heart be your guide
You deserve the deepest of cover
You belong in that home by and by

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong somewhere close to me
Far away from your trouble and worries
You belong somewhere you feel free
You belong somewhere you feel free

Why does Tom Petty have to be dead?

I don't mean to be a dick, but I would trade him for Bob Dylan.  I'm not wishing anyone dead; I'm asking for a trade.  I want to be clear on that, that I'm a good, virtuous person who isn't just wishing people dead.

Check out this amazing live Tom Petty song with a special, enchanting guest lady.

This is my favorite Tom Petty song ever.

This is a very close second, and one of the most romantic songs in existence.

So last night around midnight, the smoke detectors start going off.  I'm trying to push buttons and turn them off.  We all know I'm not mechanically inclined.  The sound was hurting my ears and I had no fucking idea what to do at this point.  All I could think was to leave my house or sleep in the car? 

I got some toilet paper and tape and taped the TP over the speaker thingy to quiet it a bit.  Okay.  I texted my neighbor downstairs and she said she had called the fire department.  She is a rational, thinking adult, and not some sort of weird person who lives in her own head and can only think of escaping.  So I'm grateful to have a together neighbor.

The alarm that alerts you that you wake up a hideous beast, the beauty and the beast alarm.

We met up downstairs.  She looked GORGEOUS.  She had on lip gloss, some beautiful fancy robe thing, and fancy sandals.  How does one look so good at midnight?  I had on a baggy Old Navy t-shirt that cost $5 and some pajama bottoms that look like they belong to a poor orphan. 

I don't hate men, of course, but I am so happy that whatever this is exists in the world.