"These are Things that Kill Me..."
Alright...the hell with this weather. When the frigid, booze-laden breath of winter finally began to waft over us last year, I'll admit that I was the first to be delighted. But this is beyond ridiculous. If it is going to be this freaking cold, I want AT LEAST 6 inches of snow and/or another Ice Apocalypse. This temperature without any precipitation...it's wasteful. It's HATEFUL.
I'm sure I'm not alone in craving warm (but not too warm) spring afternoons, when you can leave your windows open and there's just enough of a breeze to lift the curtains now and again. Afternoons when you go outside because, well, it's so lovely you just don't have any damn choice. Afternoons where you traipse all over downtown with Theo and Johnny and Melissa and watch men in skirts and fly a flag over the Chase building and play on the roof of the Skirvin and picnic at the Overholser and...well, you get the kind of day I'm driving at here. The Perfect Day.
"And then there's those other things..."
I AM TARA'S RAGING ANTISOCIAL BROOD-BEAST! RAWR!!!!
I gots lots on my mind lately. I'm sure this doesn't differentiate me from anyone else, but get your own online blabfest. This one's mine. I've luckily been able to focus on the sorrows, scandals, and joys of many other people lately. This is usually something I avoid at all costs. However, I've found that being perpetually happy or sad or amused at the antics of someone else often distracts me from thinking too much about some situations of my own. Situations that have no answers, or at least none I can grapple with at the moment. The teenager in me wants to curl up under my blankets and listen to the Magnetic Fields and think, think, think...mull it all over and over like a mental taffy pull...oh, I actually long to do this! But this is not the time, no, sir!
I'm sure I'm not alone in craving warm (but not too warm) spring afternoons, when you can leave your windows open and there's just enough of a breeze to lift the curtains now and again. Afternoons when you go outside because, well, it's so lovely you just don't have any damn choice. Afternoons where you traipse all over downtown with Theo and Johnny and Melissa and watch men in skirts and fly a flag over the Chase building and play on the roof of the Skirvin and picnic at the Overholser and...well, you get the kind of day I'm driving at here. The Perfect Day.
"And then there's those other things..."
I AM TARA'S RAGING ANTISOCIAL BROOD-BEAST! RAWR!!!!
I gots lots on my mind lately. I'm sure this doesn't differentiate me from anyone else, but get your own online blabfest. This one's mine. I've luckily been able to focus on the sorrows, scandals, and joys of many other people lately. This is usually something I avoid at all costs. However, I've found that being perpetually happy or sad or amused at the antics of someone else often distracts me from thinking too much about some situations of my own. Situations that have no answers, or at least none I can grapple with at the moment. The teenager in me wants to curl up under my blankets and listen to the Magnetic Fields and think, think, think...mull it all over and over like a mental taffy pull...oh, I actually long to do this! But this is not the time, no, sir!