roadside assistance.

For some reason or other, this playlist is called triple A, or “AAA” in my zune.

AAA? Mind on the upcoming road trip, perhaps?

Or because it’s easier to find at the top of the list? ... ... The list, she is long.

Whatever the case, 'roadside assistance' has been playing for the past month.
On repeat. On repeat. On repeat.

43 songs | 2 hours, 49 minutes

Imitosis | Andrew Bird

Interlude 1 | Alt-J

So Glad to See You | Hot Chip

Use Me | Bill Withers

My Blood | Ellie Goulding

Latch | Disclosure

Fitzpleasure | Alt-J

Just Might Be OK | Lupe Fiasco; Gemini

Plasticities | Andrew Bird

Little Wing | Jimi Hendrix

Dirty Harry | Gorillaz

Hanging On | Ellie Goulding

Over and Over | Hot Chip

Intro (An Awesome Wave) | Alt-J

Fuck-You | Cee Lo Green

Sons Gonna Rise | Citizen Cope

My Moon My Man | Feist

Howl | Florence and the Machine

6 Underground | Sneaker Pimps

The Warning | Hot Chip

El Manana | Gorillaz

The Instrumental | Lupe Fiasco; Jonah + Josh Matranga

All Alone | Gorillaz

California Dreamin’ (The Mamas & Papas) | Minnesota

Detroit Experiment | Modeselektor

Flying Lotus | Modeselektor

Passing Me By | Pharcyde

Double Trouble | Roots; Mos Def

Wolves | Dead Prez

Get By | Talib Kwali

Never Crossed My Mind | Skee-Lo

Time Keeps on Slipping | Deltron

Runnin’ | Pharcyde

Drop | Pharcyde

Just Like We (Breakdown) | Hot Chip

Devil Music | Pharcyde

Me And the Devil | Gil Scott-Heron

Natural Blues | Moby

Raise Me Up | Hercules and Love Affair

Face to Face | Daft Punk

Testify | Common

The Food [Live] | Common; Kanye West

Daydreamin’ | Lupe Fiasco; Jill Scott

(My zune could chew up and spit out your ipod. If you were wondering..)

les destins

Around midday I did the adult thing.

I put on pants.

Though the interlude of my being clothed was brief.

Done for the show of yes, I’m alive, don’t worry, I haven’t being eaten alive by the bats and mice squeaking and scratching directly above my bedroom in the attic day and night..

And I almost pulled it off.

Jeans and a blouse.

I was ready to wear, and ready to go.

Going about normal human business.. Going to the loo… 

Participating in normal human interactions. 

Asking my host sister about school… Playing with the baby…

But.. Wait... Did the baby just throw up on me?

I wasn't sure for a moment. But yes, yes, there was that unmistakable baby vomit smell…

I wasn't there to witness the feeding, but even I knew she felt a little heavy around the middle. A little thick. Did I know she’d just been fed?

Probably shouldn't have popped her up in the air a couple times. Or tickled her.

Because she erupted. And baby vomit was splattered down my front. On the shirt that I’d just shrugged into.

Was the universe trying to tell me something?                                          

That I never should have bothered with the charade of human productivity and just remained in my pajamas and continue to be blissfully lazy on this four day weekend where idleness shall pass for l'habituel?

Or had I just purposely rough-housed a baby to trigger an Exorcist-esque episode, where I then had an excuse to slip off my clothes and saunter back to my cave?


Hmm… Universe. Vous êtes sournoise.

planning her next upchuck sneak attack... my littlest host sister.