Livin' the Dream, Shakin' that Booty.

This winter I have spent my days daydreaming. It has happened before, there has been a time when I had to keep myself from drifting into that world, since it was clearly doing me more bad than good. Nothing good comes from mistreating real-life-relationships for the benefit of hand-made ones. Also, the better I got at it, the more distant & disappointing reality seemed. I realized I had lost contact with the real world, & decided I had to do something about it. So I threw away the Alice in Wonderland books, locked away all the John Mayer dvd's. I started to listen to music less obsessively - as a soundtrack to life instead of gospels of truth - & talked to people outside my head rather than in it. There's a whole bunch of rules you need to follow, codes to use, smiles to force. They talk too much, say little at all, & base love on history instead of presence. They keep their thoughts in small boxes, but you know - at least they're real. At least they breath & laugh - there's something solid to dance with, there's a smell around them. They take up place, & just now & then it can be nice not to have to come up with the entire conversation by oneself. A little imrpovisation you know, small everyday surprises. Or so I thought to myself.

But now I guess I don't care. The ones I hold dear fit in both worlds, & have a beautiful way of letting me drift away from time to time. They know they're not forgotten. They know there's nothing more solid in my life than my love for them, & they accept more often than they expect. Truth be told their beauty sometimes makes me afraid I've made them up as well. I haven't though, they're real, but as shining as angels. & apart from them - sad or true -I don't have that much to keep contact with. I am not bored. I am not alone, & maybe one day I'll even write the stories down. But for now they rest safely in my head.

Only one thing bothers me in this mixed-minded-mess; it's hard to put someone against a wall if the person & the wall not neccessarily share universes. & that's why I've decided upon leaving this nest for the weekend & go get some booty shaken.

See ya soon at a Discoteque Near You.

Love

Fre-Dee

Oh, & ps.

Things to do in nashville, edition 2.0

1. learn to play the harmonica
2. kidnap a magnolia tree
3. kick som monster ass (they should no better than mess with my darlings)
4. send a million postcards (Dearest Ace, there will be no mailbox no more, after i drench it in love. Tell Mrs. Lanz that she can go pick up her mail at the nearest post office. I think there's on at Hemköp, Åhléns.