Thursday, June 26 2008, 12:00 AM
Bottomless CL Day!
Sick deals back to back all day long.
Someone said to me the other day, "you are the same as you always were and you are never going to change, are you?" Said it in an ambiguous way. Neither here nor there, good nor bad- just plain. I could take that either way. I'm not sure what to make of it, I mean... am I?
I'm going to hang out right here for a moment. June 26, 2008. 10:32 pm. This moment won't last. Moments like this burn white-hot, blinding-hot, and then they're gone. They're too quickly left behind as we gasp for breath, reach for a hold on something, and get pulled away down stream by the swift-moving currents of our lives. Moments that linger before they are lost, before they are gone forever; they kind of stretch time out of place a little, like a rubber band stretched to the limits of elasticity, until time snaps back, and they are gone.
Moments that suck the air right out of you; leave you seeing tinkly stars, and you go weeeee! and fly off into the blue like a rapidly-deflating ballon. You arc into space in a big slow-motion roll, just letting go. Going with it. Riding it out- letting all that velocity slowly ebb away as you gently turn in the air, spiraling back towards the earth, free-falling. Not much I can do about it at this point, except just go with it. Uhhhnnk.
Let me just lay here for a minute. Safety check- deep breath, wiggle my fingers, toes, get my head right. I'm okay... now- what just happened? I guess she pretty much knocked me cold, threw me for a loop. She did that on purpose, by the way. She meant to do that.
You guys go ahead. I'll catch up. Go talk about gear, or whatever- ok? I just want to savor this, for a moment. I just had the rug pulled out from under me- what a rush. I wasn't expecting that- my ears are still ringing. Did you see that girl? Mean, huh? Yes, I definitely think she likes me, and I think I hurt my elbow.
I've got a feeling about her, that one. She's... Hmmm... she's nice, I like her. And I damn well can't be wrong every time. I mean, I may be wrong, but I can't be wrong every time, see? The odds are definitely on my side, that's what I think.
Woowee, that was fun! Let's do that again!
Kat, you better be reading that in chronological order! Not reverse chronological, because that makes it look like something completely different!
I'm off to bed, so I'll trust you to not do anything uncouth while I'm away.
Did I have anyone at "stench?"
No? Bueller? Bueller? Anyone?
:D Check please.
hijo, you had me at hello.
Yeah, it's actually what I shower with every morning:
Pseudo-Romantic Stench Shower Gel by Axe!
My favorite poem is "Thirteen Ways of Looking at A Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens, and they say a girl knows in the first 10 seconds.
Heh, heh...If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. ;)
Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and name the large Gorilla over there in the corner of the room and recommend that hijo and claraka get themselves a room.
Every day, it gets harder and harder to wipe of the pseudo-romantic stench that I acquire just from reading through these forums.
I'm feeling a little bit stalked...why don't you join and introduce yourself so at least the next time you creep up behind me on the forum and surprise me, I'll at least know a little something about ya?
I could tell you a wildly fascinating story about me and why my carpet was on fire but this time it was only little ole clumsy me lighting a couple of candles to set the mood for my wild night of television watching. Hold me back!
You're very empathetic, I'm getting that... and intuitive as well... or am I just that obvious?
'Course, you are going to have to explain how you managed to set your carpet on fire... I'm refraining here from blurting out any number of sophomoric replies...
That's me...always thinking of others in their time of need.
Yes, it does actually. Hey, that's nice of you, to think of me like that. :)
I just set a bit of my carpet on fire, if that makes you feel a little bit, slightly better about the flame job...