I absorb and borrow

Sound. Since I have returned to living at my place, I have become very aware of the sounds around me. What I noticed first was that its much more quiet here than it was at Brenda's place. She lived in an eight unit building with one of the doors located beneath her window. People could be heard coming and going all of the time. At night, the noise of people was replaced by the hum of traffic from the highway located a block from her building.

Where I live, I can hear the squeak of the floor in my livingroom as I walk across it.

Girlfriend in a coma, I know, I know - its really serious
There were times when I could have murdered her, but you know I would hate anything to happen to her
No, I don't want to see her

Brenda is fine I imagine. I just wanted to hear this song today. Hey, I could have dredged up "I used to love her" by Guns N Roses. Where, oh, where has the poet Axel Rose gone?

I am sure that my cheap shots at Brenda will end soon. Its just at the moment I have so little else to occupy my mind. Its not as though I have a massive social circle to get lost in for a few weeks. I can't stress enough that Brenda was my social director for most of the year. Besides I am sure that in her mind I have made the pleasant transition fom boyfriend to asshole.

audio input at the moment: Strangeways Here We Come - The Smiths
written input at the moment: The New Yorker
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