Thank god it's Friday.
I know... it's not the world's most original statement, but it's a popular phrase for a reason. The weather here has taken an early turn towards winter, and suddenly the entire little beach town is encased in a thick fog that is rivaling the layers that usually settle around london. It's been cold and dreary (once upon a midnight weary haha) and almost useless to fight against the pull of the gloomies. It seems like eveyone in town has got it. The clients that I've dealt with the last two weeks have been either raging lunatics or so depressed that they can barely manage to take care of business. It's weird. It's this kind of weather that one sort of expects zombies to come crawling out every dark alley Um, ok it's entirely possible that I need to lay off reading the horror novels so rapidly. I'm holding on to this on right now by JA Konrath, he's one of my favorite authors at the moment. Dark, scary.. perverse and witty. His books have steadily gotten more gruesome and more addicting. I know, who would of thought the aging punk rock girl next door who looks like she'd be at home working in the garden would be holed up on the couch night after night absorbed in murder mysterys? It's true. It's always been in my nature. I love the irony of what appears to be wholesome on the surface, but harbors twisted realities beneath the layers. My favorite images are the Disney one's that people have taken and turned into toothy monsters. The image that was floating around for years of Mickey Mouse with a bloody axe behind his back and a quote that read "What really happened to Walt" was a favorite of mine for a lifetime. Um. Whoa... why hello there random tangent. You came out of left field. hahah... note to self, less coffee while typing. I'm off! If anyone needs me I'll be mouse hunting.
Oh lord. I've gone nuts. It's the fog, I'm telling you.
I know... it's not the world's most original statement, but it's a popular phrase for a reason. The weather here has taken an early turn towards winter, and suddenly the entire little beach town is encased in a thick fog that is rivaling the layers that usually settle around london. It's been cold and dreary (once upon a midnight weary haha) and almost useless to fight against the pull of the gloomies. It seems like eveyone in town has got it. The clients that I've dealt with the last two weeks have been either raging lunatics or so depressed that they can barely manage to take care of business. It's weird. It's this kind of weather that one sort of expects zombies to come crawling out every dark alley Um, ok it's entirely possible that I need to lay off reading the horror novels so rapidly. I'm holding on to this on right now by JA Konrath, he's one of my favorite authors at the moment. Dark, scary.. perverse and witty. His books have steadily gotten more gruesome and more addicting. I know, who would of thought the aging punk rock girl next door who looks like she'd be at home working in the garden would be holed up on the couch night after night absorbed in murder mysterys? It's true. It's always been in my nature. I love the irony of what appears to be wholesome on the surface, but harbors twisted realities beneath the layers. My favorite images are the Disney one's that people have taken and turned into toothy monsters. The image that was floating around for years of Mickey Mouse with a bloody axe behind his back and a quote that read "What really happened to Walt" was a favorite of mine for a lifetime. Um. Whoa... why hello there random tangent. You came out of left field. hahah... note to self, less coffee while typing. I'm off! If anyone needs me I'll be mouse hunting.
Oh lord. I've gone nuts. It's the fog, I'm telling you.
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Just saying.