Sunday, August 01, 2004
don't you want to fuck every woman you see at least once?
my mind has been pretty clear lately, despite heat exhausation and the huge summer storm three days ago (july 28, wednesday). i'm okay, but there are plenty of neighbors who were flooded out of their house and their belongings line the sidewalks like miles of yard sales. the bike path is ankle deep with mud still and my dog absolutely loves to drag me into it and then dig and dig till i'm covered in spotty pasty mud dots. i'm not amused.
we lost electricity from midnight till 2:30pm that day. my family and i almost played boardgames in the dark. then the lights came on and we all went to our seperate rooms and watched some tv and rejoiced.
i've started listening to The Wall and i'm not sure what to think about it yet. i want to listen to it all the way through at least 5 times and then listen to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness and see if i can find the comparisons.
i think i'm getting old. i like buying things for my non-existant home and cleaning supplies. i'm ready to be tucked away in a shady house with a nice view and a cat and guinea pig writing vignettes and novellas. also, silly children's tales about robots, pirates and clouds.
most of all i think i'm ready to retire before i've even started.
lately, i can't control my OCD and i've had my mind on packing and perfection. i want to get all my things together a month ahead of schedule just to be ready. as a child, i used to want to pack my most valuable items, just in case there was a fire.
i think i fell back in love with exploding dog. it reminds me of sophomore year and justin why and having the hots for boys i could never have. which also reminds me of stab things (RIP) which i miss reading and the crush that saved me from spiraling down miserably from depression and writer's block.
i want to watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind again, and i want it to come out on DVD so i can watch it over and over like i used to do with Amelie.
my left wrist hurts. i must be dying.
p.s. i have ideas for a screenplay about the boston red sox inspired by my boyfriend. i hope he likes my idea. & speaking about my boyfriend, there are only 23 more days left and it's going to go fast. i still have so many things left to do in texas.
texas checklist:
-fossil rim animal park
-houston
-one more thunderstorm
-fried okra extravaganza
-waving goodbye
p.p.s. this is my 951st post and i can't believe how long i have been writing in this thing.
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my mind has been pretty clear lately, despite heat exhausation and the huge summer storm three days ago (july 28, wednesday). i'm okay, but there are plenty of neighbors who were flooded out of their house and their belongings line the sidewalks like miles of yard sales. the bike path is ankle deep with mud still and my dog absolutely loves to drag me into it and then dig and dig till i'm covered in spotty pasty mud dots. i'm not amused.
we lost electricity from midnight till 2:30pm that day. my family and i almost played boardgames in the dark. then the lights came on and we all went to our seperate rooms and watched some tv and rejoiced.
i've started listening to The Wall and i'm not sure what to think about it yet. i want to listen to it all the way through at least 5 times and then listen to Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness and see if i can find the comparisons.
i think i'm getting old. i like buying things for my non-existant home and cleaning supplies. i'm ready to be tucked away in a shady house with a nice view and a cat and guinea pig writing vignettes and novellas. also, silly children's tales about robots, pirates and clouds.
most of all i think i'm ready to retire before i've even started.
lately, i can't control my OCD and i've had my mind on packing and perfection. i want to get all my things together a month ahead of schedule just to be ready. as a child, i used to want to pack my most valuable items, just in case there was a fire.
i think i fell back in love with exploding dog. it reminds me of sophomore year and justin why and having the hots for boys i could never have. which also reminds me of stab things (RIP) which i miss reading and the crush that saved me from spiraling down miserably from depression and writer's block.
i want to watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind again, and i want it to come out on DVD so i can watch it over and over like i used to do with Amelie.
my left wrist hurts. i must be dying.
p.s. i have ideas for a screenplay about the boston red sox inspired by my boyfriend. i hope he likes my idea. & speaking about my boyfriend, there are only 23 more days left and it's going to go fast. i still have so many things left to do in texas.
texas checklist:
-fossil rim animal park
-houston
-one more thunderstorm
-fried okra extravaganza
-waving goodbye
p.p.s. this is my 951st post and i can't believe how long i have been writing in this thing.
¶ 1:29 AM
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