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you know that mood that's settled into your bones right before you take your first sip of much needed coffee? the coffee's too hot to drink and you really feel the weight of gravity holding your shoulders down. eyes half massed and head soured? i need that damn americano to cool down and i need it now!
notes for the ongoing war against my brain via television:
clive owen/sir walter raleigh = ohmygod.
that was the fucking hottest thing i have seen in my entire life. besides colin firth as mark darcy and blake schwarzenbach reading prose under a fig tree. which i havent necessarily seen but am pretty sure happens. there are also doves.
i had a crazy dream last night that involved alien abduction and lobotomies. i am not stoked.
yesterday at the lake was good. we went down toward the cove but stayed off towards the left of it along the rocks that face off into the water. i went with joanna (love of my life), her boyfriend and a friend of their's named tom or thomas or tumness or ... it started wtih a t. t-boy took us to a patch of sand stone coast that i would never have thought of going down to but it was one of the best places at ray roberts that i've been to yet. there's a great rock that we kept swimming out to to jump off of. nothing exciting - about a foot out of the water until tide came in, but it was excellent for diving off of. i did a few cannonballs and never touched bottom so it has my full endorsement. it's perfect to climb up, too. even i didn't have any trouble scuttling up. there's perfect foot holes and a nice ledge to pull yourself up on. i got a little sun and pretty drunk - a good combination. the water was pretty and green and my fear of death by water moccasin was calmed somewhat with no run off creeks being near by. i just fucking know one of these days though i'm goign to swim right into a fucking ball of baby moccasins and die at the bottom of some scummy lake with nefarious creatures puncturing my soft flesh, just to spite me. they'll know i'm dead. but they'll keep on going because they're bastards. than a fucking gator will swim up and take a giant dump on my head.
notes for the ongoing war against my brain via television:
clive owen/sir walter raleigh = ohmygod.
that was the fucking hottest thing i have seen in my entire life. besides colin firth as mark darcy and blake schwarzenbach reading prose under a fig tree. which i havent necessarily seen but am pretty sure happens. there are also doves.
i had a crazy dream last night that involved alien abduction and lobotomies. i am not stoked.
yesterday at the lake was good. we went down toward the cove but stayed off towards the left of it along the rocks that face off into the water. i went with joanna (love of my life), her boyfriend and a friend of their's named tom or thomas or tumness or ... it started wtih a t. t-boy took us to a patch of sand stone coast that i would never have thought of going down to but it was one of the best places at ray roberts that i've been to yet. there's a great rock that we kept swimming out to to jump off of. nothing exciting - about a foot out of the water until tide came in, but it was excellent for diving off of. i did a few cannonballs and never touched bottom so it has my full endorsement. it's perfect to climb up, too. even i didn't have any trouble scuttling up. there's perfect foot holes and a nice ledge to pull yourself up on. i got a little sun and pretty drunk - a good combination. the water was pretty and green and my fear of death by water moccasin was calmed somewhat with no run off creeks being near by. i just fucking know one of these days though i'm goign to swim right into a fucking ball of baby moccasins and die at the bottom of some scummy lake with nefarious creatures puncturing my soft flesh, just to spite me. they'll know i'm dead. but they'll keep on going because they're bastards. than a fucking gator will swim up and take a giant dump on my head.