...
Holy shit. I haven't written something down in a while. It feels...tolerable.
More and more my rambling, babbling mind is calmer. I dunno what to make of that.
Also, I have a weird feeling that I should be classified as a "medium talent," or less, with all my explorations. That's a feeling that comes and goes, though.
A list? Let's:
1. Cold and no snow to justify it is stupid.
2. I don't care how cold it's been in Florida. It's cold here too. Buy a sweater. Don't wear sandals.
3. My nice camera broke and got fixed.
4. My parents drove down a really cool wall unit they'd had in storage for years. It broke this morning on my way to work. Nothing else seems damaged by that, thankfully.
5. I wish it was warmer so I could run outside.
6. Two days off is never enough.
7. Listened to "Cursed Sleep" a lot today. I'm convinced it's about a Buffalo Bill-style lunatic keeping a person in their basement. And yet, so tender...
8. It'd be nice to drive my dyke-y Subaru really fast off-road again. I miss that. I miss near-imminent peril, I guess.
9. Fuck lists of ten or more.
Also, dug through and found this old poem about watching "Vicki, Christina, Barcelona" while I was in Virginia in the old archives. I still like it:
The days stretch out,
forever into brambles,
burnt back to shade.
The tar streets,
cling to treads,
all too eager to pass.
Oh, but it’s not right,
to watch day-glo dreams
of ferris wheels
and bicycles,
rolling through the skies,
rolling through me.
More and more my rambling, babbling mind is calmer. I dunno what to make of that.
Also, I have a weird feeling that I should be classified as a "medium talent," or less, with all my explorations. That's a feeling that comes and goes, though.
A list? Let's:
1. Cold and no snow to justify it is stupid.
2. I don't care how cold it's been in Florida. It's cold here too. Buy a sweater. Don't wear sandals.
3. My nice camera broke and got fixed.
4. My parents drove down a really cool wall unit they'd had in storage for years. It broke this morning on my way to work. Nothing else seems damaged by that, thankfully.
5. I wish it was warmer so I could run outside.
6. Two days off is never enough.
7. Listened to "Cursed Sleep" a lot today. I'm convinced it's about a Buffalo Bill-style lunatic keeping a person in their basement. And yet, so tender...
8. It'd be nice to drive my dyke-y Subaru really fast off-road again. I miss that. I miss near-imminent peril, I guess.
9. Fuck lists of ten or more.
Also, dug through and found this old poem about watching "Vicki, Christina, Barcelona" while I was in Virginia in the old archives. I still like it:
The days stretch out,
forever into brambles,
burnt back to shade.
The tar streets,
cling to treads,
all too eager to pass.
Oh, but it’s not right,
to watch day-glo dreams
of ferris wheels
and bicycles,
rolling through the skies,
rolling through me.