lightning storm last night while crossing the Roosevelt bridge looking down the Potomac river. I love lightning, love it love it love it. I like the way the air is electric. I also have a recurring nightmare where I'm struck by lightning repeatedly and have very vivid recollections of how it feels. It's an exciting nightmare, though. I wanted to stop the car but you can't there. The storms have been good since I've been home. Better than gross, hot DC nights.
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met with a friend who just got back from Afghanistan with tons of stories. he's there doing some really cool things, but also had the dirt, which I love. schooled me on some Vietnam history and the US Military. Totally fascinating and frightening. Spent too much time drinking coffee, though. So what's new?
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just got my car washed since I was cruising through the suburbs. they've upped the price now that they have a guy to actually wash your wheels and type in your code for you. is this why we have terrorists? err...anyway...you get an air freshener when you get your car washed. the guy flipped through a few and picked out a camouflaged Pina Colada. I was wondering what made him pick that one for me. It was cooler than the last one I got, which I had to throw out after a day. still smells rank, but why that one??? I'm trying to do some being John Malkevich shit and be in Pepe's brain during the process. whoa...
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Realizing that this time, this summer of too much time in my head is almost over and I'll be wishing for time alone, some quiet. the fall will be filled with the sounds of records being made and shows being played and beats and diners across the US and people talking over drinks and djs and traffic.... which is fucking rad.
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you're not that far away. keep talking. it's fun. still can't quite remember you, but does it matter?
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I don't think she wants to be cured.
Warm buttery scones with raspberry freezer jelly....
gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.
PS.
you made a square.
i have a recurring dream where i feel like a potato battery... those ones where you stick the wires in a potato and it conducts the electricity... interesting. maybe i'm not really a potato batter in my dreams, but that's the only thing i can think to semi-accurately describe it. hmmm. blech. whatever.
too much time drinking coffee? and in conversation? psha. as if.
i need to wash my car. i was going to do it before i went on vacation but didnt' because it rained.
i suppose the important thing is that i cleaned the inside out of trash and wiped out the places where ashes had stuck and syrup had dried. which is disgusting considering how long it'd been since having a syrupy drink to drip.
my sister in law calls me pina colada. i like the smell, honestly. it's my choice, too. i wish the air fresheners would do some kindof time release thing instead of blasting you for a few days with potency and then only serving for ornamentation.
good memories will be in the making.
it's awesome.