let us catch the next tornado home
Went out to the island yesterday for a birthday dinner for my dad - he turned 81! He's doing pretty well, and it was a nice afternoon, even if it required ~4.5 hours roundtrip of travel for a 3.5 hour visit.
I'm just tired now. Work is quiet atm but will be gearing up again to be stupidly hectic later this week, and ugh, I will probably eventually post about it all under a lock, but it's not so much the extra work that bothers me as the way it's being handled and the circumstances surrounding it. Bah. But being so busy at work and so tired when I get home means writing has taken a backseat, and I find that annoying as well. It's not a permanent thing - it'll be done in about six weeks, but ugh, it's just exhausting to get there.
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Two links:
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umadoshi, here's a fun interview with Natalie Morales, who to me will always be Wendy Watson first and foremost, but I wish she'd get cast on something I already watch or in movies I want to see!
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mousapelli created bar cookies based on Check, Please! (which you should all read as it's adorable): Zimbits (Peach Ginger Shortbread Bar Cookies with Maple Buttercream Frosting). I think both Bitty and Jack would approve. I am definitely going to have to try them out at some point.
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Today's poem:
Everyday
by Mike McGee
Everyday I rewrite her name across my ribcage
so that those who wish to break my heart
will know who to answer to later
She has no idea that I've taught my tongue to make pennies,
and every time our mouths are to meet
I will slip coins to the back of her throat and make wishes
I wish
that someday
my head on her belly might be like home
like doubt to doubt resuscitation
because time is supposed to mean more than skin
She doesn't know that I have taught my arms to close around her clocks
so they can withstand the fallout from her Autumn
She is so explosive,
volcanoes watch her and learn
terrorists want to strap her to their chests
because she is a cause worth dying for
Maybe someday
time will teach me to pick up her pieces
put her back together
and remind her to click her heels
but she doesn't need a wizard to tell her that I was here all along
Lady
let us catch the next tornado home
let us plant cantaloupe trees in our backyard
then maybe together we will realize that we don't like cantaloupe
and they don't grow on trees
we can laugh about it
then we can plant things we've never heard of
I've never heard of a woman
who can make flawed look so beautiful
the way you do
The word smitten is to how I feel about you
what a kiss is to romance
so maybe my lips to yours could be the penance to this confession
because I am the only one preaching your defunct religion
sitting alone at your altar, praising you out of faith
I cannot do this hard-knock life alone
You are all the softness a rock dreams of being
the mistakes the rain makes at picnics
when Mother Nature bears witness in much better places
So yes
I will gladly take on your ocean
just to swim beneath you
so I can kiss the bends of your knees
in appreciation for the work they do
keeping your head above water
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I'm just tired now. Work is quiet atm but will be gearing up again to be stupidly hectic later this week, and ugh, I will probably eventually post about it all under a lock, but it's not so much the extra work that bothers me as the way it's being handled and the circumstances surrounding it. Bah. But being so busy at work and so tired when I get home means writing has taken a backseat, and I find that annoying as well. It's not a permanent thing - it'll be done in about six weeks, but ugh, it's just exhausting to get there.
***
Two links:
= via
umadoshi, here's a fun interview with Natalie Morales, who to me will always be Wendy Watson first and foremost, but I wish she'd get cast on something I already watch or in movies I want to see!
=
mousapelli created bar cookies based on Check, Please! (which you should all read as it's adorable): Zimbits (Peach Ginger Shortbread Bar Cookies with Maple Buttercream Frosting). I think both Bitty and Jack would approve. I am definitely going to have to try them out at some point.
***
Today's poem:
Everyday
by Mike McGee
Everyday I rewrite her name across my ribcage
so that those who wish to break my heart
will know who to answer to later
She has no idea that I've taught my tongue to make pennies,
and every time our mouths are to meet
I will slip coins to the back of her throat and make wishes
I wish
that someday
my head on her belly might be like home
like doubt to doubt resuscitation
because time is supposed to mean more than skin
She doesn't know that I have taught my arms to close around her clocks
so they can withstand the fallout from her Autumn
She is so explosive,
volcanoes watch her and learn
terrorists want to strap her to their chests
because she is a cause worth dying for
Maybe someday
time will teach me to pick up her pieces
put her back together
and remind her to click her heels
but she doesn't need a wizard to tell her that I was here all along
Lady
let us catch the next tornado home
let us plant cantaloupe trees in our backyard
then maybe together we will realize that we don't like cantaloupe
and they don't grow on trees
we can laugh about it
then we can plant things we've never heard of
I've never heard of a woman
who can make flawed look so beautiful
the way you do
The word smitten is to how I feel about you
what a kiss is to romance
so maybe my lips to yours could be the penance to this confession
because I am the only one preaching your defunct religion
sitting alone at your altar, praising you out of faith
I cannot do this hard-knock life alone
You are all the softness a rock dreams of being
the mistakes the rain makes at picnics
when Mother Nature bears witness in much better places
So yes
I will gladly take on your ocean
just to swim beneath you
so I can kiss the bends of your knees
in appreciation for the work they do
keeping your head above water
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/837093.html.
people have commented there.