one person in the world knows my alien abduction story and now she lives in North Dakota so it might as well be re-classified as a complete and total secret.
I am inexcusably sugared up.
I cut my hair today for two reasons. one, the humidity was killing me, and two.. my hair was just slightly too long for reasonably proportioned pigtails. it is once again pigtail season and I gots ta look acceptable. I even shaved the back of my neck, raaa.
the abundance of time on my hands. look at it! it is so abundant. I probably will not sleep tonight because my short story has a lot of swear words and my boss will probably read it and like me even less. and do horrible passive-aggressive Minnesotan things to me while I am asleep.
the thing about stuff..! is that.. last mother's day there was a really beautiful almost-storm and this AMAZING wall cloud went right over my house and it was grey and alive and one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. and the lightning was purple. and this one cloud formation looked like a heart. and other ones looked like flying saucers. which is such a funny term I'm just going to sit here and LAUGH at it for a while.
what I was trying to get to is that there is a lot of great buildup around here, a lot of great pretense-de-la-storm, but humongo stormination almost never happens. it is so anticlimactic.
much like my writing.
the second Simpsons today nearly made me piss myself. "yeah my son went to earth once and I dunno what you guys did to him but he hasn't been the same since" and Jesus is slowly twirling on a swing, staring into space. FINALLY a fucking new Simpsons episode that crosses a line.
oh my god, if you think THIS is drivel, you should see some of the stuff I delete.
I am inexcusably sugared up.
I cut my hair today for two reasons. one, the humidity was killing me, and two.. my hair was just slightly too long for reasonably proportioned pigtails. it is once again pigtail season and I gots ta look acceptable. I even shaved the back of my neck, raaa.
the abundance of time on my hands. look at it! it is so abundant. I probably will not sleep tonight because my short story has a lot of swear words and my boss will probably read it and like me even less. and do horrible passive-aggressive Minnesotan things to me while I am asleep.
the thing about stuff..! is that.. last mother's day there was a really beautiful almost-storm and this AMAZING wall cloud went right over my house and it was grey and alive and one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. and the lightning was purple. and this one cloud formation looked like a heart. and other ones looked like flying saucers. which is such a funny term I'm just going to sit here and LAUGH at it for a while.
what I was trying to get to is that there is a lot of great buildup around here, a lot of great pretense-de-la-storm, but humongo stormination almost never happens. it is so anticlimactic.
much like my writing.
the second Simpsons today nearly made me piss myself. "yeah my son went to earth once and I dunno what you guys did to him but he hasn't been the same since" and Jesus is slowly twirling on a swing, staring into space. FINALLY a fucking new Simpsons episode that crosses a line.
oh my god, if you think THIS is drivel, you should see some of the stuff I delete.
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It's funny you mention your writing to be anticlimactic. After friday's post I was thinking "Man, she sure writes a whole lotta nothing."