The slippery truth
Yeah I know my ejournal is random and out of order, thanks to my earlier site dying before it was officially born. So I apologize for the madness. I want to talk about my biggest nemesis since I moved to Montana. It's not a person, although I could spend a whole entry about those who annoy me to no end. Rather, it is the evil, slick surface that causes me embarrassment whenever it exists. Ice. That's right folks, frozen water. I swear whatever deity is in control, would it be Poseidon, thinks I did something to annoy them and is punishing me by slowly ripping out little pieces of my ego.
True, I do have have a pretty valid excuse...I haven't had to deal with snow and ice where I lived for a long long time. I actually believe that quote in Callaso, that says the ancient Greeks believed that the gods were responsible for every action, good or bad (bad paraphrase, but my book is lost in the abyss of my room). I like that idea because , in this one case, I don't want the responsibility of knowing that it was me who made myself look like a fool.
True, I do have have a pretty valid excuse...I haven't had to deal with snow and ice where I lived for a long long time. I actually believe that quote in Callaso, that says the ancient Greeks believed that the gods were responsible for every action, good or bad (bad paraphrase, but my book is lost in the abyss of my room). I like that idea because , in this one case, I don't want the responsibility of knowing that it was me who made myself look like a fool.