Let’s pretend we don’t exist….let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica

This will probably be the most useless post in all of blog history. I haven’t posted in months here or On The Rag Mag and while I’ve wanted to get back in the saddle, writing those first few words – posting that first post has been a bigger obstacle than anything.

I don’t want to go into all the bullshit reasons I’ve been absent, but basically I was going through something that I didn’t want to talk about publicly. It was all I could think about, which made writing about anything else impossible and so, there you have it. The vague “it.”

Anyway, I’m back. At least I’m trying to be back.

To say sorry for losing my sense of humor for 5 months, I’ve redesigned Lateshoes.com. She’s now responsive and will look cute and colorful on any device.

I’ve updated my fonts, but I’m still toying around with the idea of changing the font of my banner. We’ll see.

Lars and I went to see Of Montreal last night. Despite the fact that the show was held at my least favorite Salt Lake venue and that I hate people and being around them, it was great. Kevin Barnes still sounds amazing and he’s as cute as a button.

I love Of Montreal for making lyrically interesting/ beautiful music about morose subject matter that I can dance to. And I did dance. The show itself was a bit like an art carnival dance party. In other words it was wonderful.

They played one of my favorite songs last night called Wraith Pinned to the Myst and Other Games. The chorus pretty perfectly describes my mental state over the past several months.

Let’s have bizarre celebrations.
Let’s forget who, forget what, forget where.
We’ll have bizarre celebrations
I’ll play the Satyr in Cyprus, you the bride being stripped bare.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

Let’s have bizarre celebrations.
Let’s forget when, forget what, forget how.
We’ll have bizarre celebrations.
We’ll play Tristan and Isolde, but make sure I see white sails.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

Maybe I’ll never die, I’ll just keep growing younger with you, and you’ll grow younger, too.
Now it seems too lovely to be true, but I know the best things always do.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.
Let’s pretend we don’t exist, let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.

  • Angie

    Your new layout is cute and I heart your guts.

  • Melissa

    It’s looking pretty round here! I’ll take any post from you I can get. I think you are pretty ding dang swell.

  • Tawnya Keller

    I love you. And at least you post sometimes. More than I can say for me. Also, I love love love you. And your writing.