October: A Running Tally

Things killing me this October: the way autumn arrives like a passive-aggressive roommate, setting everything to grey. Living through screens instead of actually being anywhere. Jenny Lewis put out a new album and I keep listening and not quite feeling it, which is its own special frustration. Tweeting every minor thought because apparently that’s what we do now. Taxes. Amanda Palmer not doing it for me even though everyone I know insists she should. Mushy melon. No landline and somehow that still feels like a gap. The general low-grade sense that I’m tolerating things I shouldn’t.

On the other side: a friend named Lana who is also flat broke and also packing up and moving within the month—there’s something comforting about mutual chaos. Hannah Montana is back, which shouldn’t matter but does. Only four days of vocational school this whole month. The new Diesel XXX campaign, which is exactly the kind of unsubtle provocation I respect. Iglu & Hartly’s In This City has been on a loop in my head and I’m not fighting it. Ladyhawke’s debut album, which is genuinely great. Lying in bed mentally arranging furniture in the new apartment before I’ve even seen it. New MacBooks finally. New South Park and new The Simpsons. A salary bump. Water.