beautiful cool late afternoon. sun hasn't set yet, but it's still shining through the clouds, like a ceiling fresco. strange how if art imitates life for long enough life seems like it's imitating art instead.
i have nasty belly cramps. i've been resting my computer on my belly because the heat makes me feel a little better, but only a little. grrr. i hate being a girl, sometimes. it seems like this part of the physiognomy is a big fuckup in our blueprint. i mean honestly. why can't our bodies just re-absorb the uterine lining? it's dumb.
the neighbors across the street are fighting. the man sounds like an auctioneer, mumbling loudly with a drawl. the house belongs to him. he runs a towing business, and works most of the time. he keeps crooning to his dog, "c'mon baby, c'mere." the female was once beautiful. she is tall and slender, and has long brown hair. she does too much methampetamine, i'd guess. she once came out of the house and wandered around the street in just her underwear, until she realized that someone was watching. she sauntered back to the house, nonchalantly, purposefully, as if to say, "yes, i'm just taking my morning walk, in my underwear, like normal people do..." she looks like a young 40, so she is probably in her late twenties. the man yelled at her about how he works hard all day so they can stay in the house. she said that she paid her rent. he kept talking about how hard he works until he mentioned that their other tenant hasn't paid the rent. the woman understood his frustration. well, she understood that it wasn't directed at her. she went about making sure it stayed that way. "well, that bitch. i'd be mad too. she didn't pay? i know she got her check.." our neighborhood is kind of funny, in that way that it has to be funny or it would be unbearably sad.
well, it's not always sad. sometimes it's just funny. like when the little kids across the street were sitting in their mom's car singing to hip-hop. "ooooh baby, i feel that passion.." then they started playing with the hose. the littlest girl, maybe 4 years old, was holding the hose and spraying everyone with it. her bigger brothers went in the house - the safe place. obviously nobody would spray the hose in the house. but nobody told the little girl that. she merrily sprayed the hose into the doorway, and then dragged it into the house. the sound of spraying. a shriek. "GIT that hose OUTSIDE!! you DON'T play with the hose in the HOUSE!!" the girl retreated to the doorway, where she stood, misting the coat closet. she didn't seem to understand. "NOO! OUT!" the woman picked up her daughter roughly and set her down, turned off the water, and shut the door.
i made black-eyed peas and bacon today. we're going to make some greens later to have with it. good down-home southern food. mmmmm.
maybe i'll drink again tonight. it's as good a way as any to waste time..
i have nasty belly cramps. i've been resting my computer on my belly because the heat makes me feel a little better, but only a little. grrr. i hate being a girl, sometimes. it seems like this part of the physiognomy is a big fuckup in our blueprint. i mean honestly. why can't our bodies just re-absorb the uterine lining? it's dumb.
the neighbors across the street are fighting. the man sounds like an auctioneer, mumbling loudly with a drawl. the house belongs to him. he runs a towing business, and works most of the time. he keeps crooning to his dog, "c'mon baby, c'mere." the female was once beautiful. she is tall and slender, and has long brown hair. she does too much methampetamine, i'd guess. she once came out of the house and wandered around the street in just her underwear, until she realized that someone was watching. she sauntered back to the house, nonchalantly, purposefully, as if to say, "yes, i'm just taking my morning walk, in my underwear, like normal people do..." she looks like a young 40, so she is probably in her late twenties. the man yelled at her about how he works hard all day so they can stay in the house. she said that she paid her rent. he kept talking about how hard he works until he mentioned that their other tenant hasn't paid the rent. the woman understood his frustration. well, she understood that it wasn't directed at her. she went about making sure it stayed that way. "well, that bitch. i'd be mad too. she didn't pay? i know she got her check.." our neighborhood is kind of funny, in that way that it has to be funny or it would be unbearably sad.
well, it's not always sad. sometimes it's just funny. like when the little kids across the street were sitting in their mom's car singing to hip-hop. "ooooh baby, i feel that passion.." then they started playing with the hose. the littlest girl, maybe 4 years old, was holding the hose and spraying everyone with it. her bigger brothers went in the house - the safe place. obviously nobody would spray the hose in the house. but nobody told the little girl that. she merrily sprayed the hose into the doorway, and then dragged it into the house. the sound of spraying. a shriek. "GIT that hose OUTSIDE!! you DON'T play with the hose in the HOUSE!!" the girl retreated to the doorway, where she stood, misting the coat closet. she didn't seem to understand. "NOO! OUT!" the woman picked up her daughter roughly and set her down, turned off the water, and shut the door.
i made black-eyed peas and bacon today. we're going to make some greens later to have with it. good down-home southern food. mmmmm.
maybe i'll drink again tonight. it's as good a way as any to waste time..
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It must be good to have a neighborhood. Last time I experienced such a thing was in south St. Louis, where all the backyards were separated by chain-link fences yet connected by something else, as we mowed our lawns and filled our plastic swimming pools and, at night, sat outside with the Cardinals games on our radios and drank beer. Well, some people did.
hiya. I'm thinking that you need some cornbread with that dinner. Yuss, I dropped out o sight. I wish I had been up to skulduggery, but it was more like schoolduggery. or drudgery. ichy.
I did get a roommate though.
So, did you quite that blaech job?
I'm chewing Big Red. When I was a kid we had "Adam's sour grape" gum, which was the sourest, best, stinkiest gum around (eventhough the flaver only lasted about two seconds). My parents hated it because it would smel up the whole car. I loved it. It's by the same company that makes BlackJack gum, but I guess that they discontinued the sour grape. harumph. It was awful fun to see how many peices of hubbabubba one could fit into one's mouth, even though doing such was probably courting choking to death.