Tuesday, February 06, 2007

scribbling or, what is wrong with me?

I was sitting here in the bookshop today feeling grim, listening to Cat Power, and scribbling gothic teenage angst things like "I want out. This despair is a luxury" on the back of a piece of paper, you know, and these Israeli girls came in asking for recommendations and where was good to eat? I didn't know but turned the paper over and started scribbling down names of cafes and clubs I've never been to, meanwhile the little one is copying information out of one of the guidebooks, and then I give the piece of paper to the bigger one and she turns it round and says eh, did you want this? and so I just take it and scribble it out and give it back to her. And then I think bloody Israelis, they want something but don't want to pay. Oh god, I actually think this. Maybe I should take this post down.