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08 April 2006 @ 03:34 pm
the daquiri is a learner's permit for life  

There are several different kinds of rain, and I think this week it's safe to say that I've walked through nearly all of them. There is the pleasant rain of last night, which falls pretty gently and makes a nice shushing noise when it does, and it alleviates the mugginess of the air and when you breathe, it feels fresh.

There is the somewhat less pleasant, but still pretty okay rain of today which falls in drips and drabs like a petulant child trying to make up its mind about what it wants to be.

Then there is the totally fucking horrid rain of earlier this week, that comes in slant-wise and stings your eyes and doesn't bead up on tree branches like little glass circlets but instead collects in mud-holes and soaks your shoes and your socks and it's cold and it smells like wet sweaters.

Also this week - the snow. The snow is the red headed stepchild of this week, weatherwise, and it had best know when to make itself scarce or I'ma have to take action.


Every joint in my body makes a frightening crunching noise when it cracks, and today every joint in my body has taken to cracking and popping like I'm fucking Rice Krispies. I do not approve.


I have serious and abiding thoughts about Battlestar Galactica, and Starbuck, who is the Grand High Poohbah In Training of the Good Ol' Boys Soceity, God love her.


I may, or may not, have had a nightmare last night which involved me bludgeoning a koala bear with a fish while it waved air brushed acrylic claws of doom in my face.

The "may not" in the above paragraph indicates the shame I feel that my sleeping mind is so fucking crazed.


I do not often lose my temper, but y'all, I lost it but good this week, and after a full day of stewing, I've decided that I feel the better for it. Fly free, temper. Fly free.


I am completely horrified about the whole Duke Lacross team thing. I really don't have much to say beyond that - I know a lot of horrible things happen every day, but this is just so apalling that it's sitting with me, deep in my ribcage, heavy and hard and horrible.
Current Location: so you can stalk me? what?
Current Mood: exanimateexanimate
What the Monkey?svilleficrecs on April 8th, 2006 07:53 pm (UTC)
As horrific as #6 is, not to long ago (and probably in many other situations these days) it would have been swept under the rug. I guess it's a small ray of hope that this isn't being brushed aside because the victim is all the things that tend to be brushed aside.
owzersowzers on April 8th, 2006 08:14 pm (UTC)
*hugs you* I happen to love your sleeping mind, as it is in excellent company with mine. It's an all-night movie marathon in my head, let me tell ya. And #6 makes me want to smash something (preferably a Lacross player's dick) and then throw up. Grrrrr!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking assholes!!!! *pictures Starbuck beating the holy crap out of them* ahhhh.....that's better.
shayheyredshayheyred on April 8th, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC)
Darlin', your posts have a poetry that is all your own. I bow in your general direction.

And I may or may not have had a dream last night that I was on a reality show that was my real life and I only found out by the fact a crew was breaking down the set of my house that I wasn't living in a real reality.
.hackthis on April 8th, 2006 10:22 pm (UTC)
#3 filled me with job just with the hysterical truth of that sentence.

#6 brought up all sorts of rage that I'd been trying to supress not just after the incident, but after I read a article a professor at another university wrote basically saying that this dancer led his good old boys astray, but what else could you expect from a black woman? Yeah, that's rage, yo.
Pouncer: Duckling Peepthepouncer on April 8th, 2006 10:28 pm (UTC)
I dreamed earlier this week that Darth Vadar was invading the Rebel Base on Hoth. And he was stalking through the ice caverns, where he pulled mice out of the walls and ate them. I blame SerialKarma for this dream. Just so you know.