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memories and rants. wheee
Sep. 3rd, 2005 04:03 amYo, idiot in the mirror with the odd color eyes. Stop reading about the hurricane fallout. It's making you cranky. And mean towards groups of individuals and Holly knows you do not need the karmic retribution that would fall on your pretty little head. No. Go do something else.
Anything else. Clip coupons. Read Necklace of Kisses. Listen to odd music, loudly. Make a CD for Cassaliscious to force her to get some decent taste in music again. [note, this is not saying my taste is better than hers, but there's only so much country music you can listen to before you start speaking in twang and your family and friends are forced to disown you. If you balance the country with something else, then the disowning can be put off for another couple of years] Continue with your list of CDs you own. Stalk various forums. Watch Freaky Phoebe. Bet yourself money to decide whether your stuff appears Saturday, Tuesday, or 9-12.
Memory time brought on by mumsy wearing her Hugo shirt, I think. When I was eight and we had no power for weeks, my brother and I would take to sitting in my room at my desk and staring at the power lines. The totally useless power lines. I'm not sure what we expected to see, but one day, towards the end of our time in power outtage, ohmygod I can't take another game of monopoly, sweet baby jesus I would kill for a slice of normality, my father saw an opportunity to taunt us and did so. He stared out the window and said, "Look! Right now! There!" and pointed to the powerlines, acting as if he could see the electricity being switched back on, racing from the lines to our house. So my brother and I spent ten minutes looking and waiting.
( memory number 2 )
Need. Pepsi.
Also, I think sometime in the coming days, there will be an icon revolution. Possibly.
Anything else. Clip coupons. Read Necklace of Kisses. Listen to odd music, loudly. Make a CD for Cassaliscious to force her to get some decent taste in music again. [note, this is not saying my taste is better than hers, but there's only so much country music you can listen to before you start speaking in twang and your family and friends are forced to disown you. If you balance the country with something else, then the disowning can be put off for another couple of years] Continue with your list of CDs you own. Stalk various forums. Watch Freaky Phoebe. Bet yourself money to decide whether your stuff appears Saturday, Tuesday, or 9-12.
Memory time brought on by mumsy wearing her Hugo shirt, I think. When I was eight and we had no power for weeks, my brother and I would take to sitting in my room at my desk and staring at the power lines. The totally useless power lines. I'm not sure what we expected to see, but one day, towards the end of our time in power outtage, ohmygod I can't take another game of monopoly, sweet baby jesus I would kill for a slice of normality, my father saw an opportunity to taunt us and did so. He stared out the window and said, "Look! Right now! There!" and pointed to the powerlines, acting as if he could see the electricity being switched back on, racing from the lines to our house. So my brother and I spent ten minutes looking and waiting.
( memory number 2 )
Need. Pepsi.
Also, I think sometime in the coming days, there will be an icon revolution. Possibly.
