Parents who don't let their children watch The Simpsons.
Once again, I am sunburned and freckled.
Summer class over tomorrow and then? To be decided - find a job, take another class (my choices being Philosophy of Art or The Short Story, hm), laze about in the sun, hook a rug, tend the blossoming backyard, think about BBQs, crank the fan, pee in a pool, anticipate a summer wedding, stroll with head upward, stringy hair play; sniff sniff.
I missed out on the optimal summer job (plucking weeds, planting colorglory) while laying on my back, arms strapped outwards crucifixion-style. "No Kate, you can't keep it."
I figure it may be time that someone affluent flies into my life and whisks me away on a trip, picking up the tab. A Bed and Breakfast trip. Clearly, I am a failed woman.
(Slither vs. sliver. Marvellous inconstant. Comic good.)
This week: The Hollies - The Air That I Breathe; Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind; Big Sugar - Heart Refuse To Pound; Leon Redbone - Living the Blues; INXS - By My Side (I will defend it to the death!); Bog Seger - Her Strut; AC/DC - T.N.T.; AC/DC - If You Want Blood; Tom Petty - Here Comes My Girl; du Hip - Dire Wolf; Elvis Costello - When the Green Eyes Turn Blue; Tom Jones - Kiss; KoKo Taylor - Wang Dang Doodle.
Neighbors. Roommates. Dogs turning ten. Blisters. Cranky/happy. Pro-anorexia. LAUGHING AT INAPPROPRIATE TIMES AND/OR PLACES, NAMELY THE BUS UNTIL TEARS ARE SHED AND THOUGHTS OF GEOs RETURN!
Too lazy to formulate the sentences that accompany the above topics -- maybe tomorrow?
Run into me in the summer and I will be much happier/less likely to cross the street.
Summer class over tomorrow and then? To be decided - find a job, take another class (my choices being Philosophy of Art or The Short Story, hm), laze about in the sun, hook a rug, tend the blossoming backyard, think about BBQs, crank the fan, pee in a pool, anticipate a summer wedding, stroll with head upward, stringy hair play; sniff sniff.
I missed out on the optimal summer job (plucking weeds, planting colorglory) while laying on my back, arms strapped outwards crucifixion-style. "No Kate, you can't keep it."
I figure it may be time that someone affluent flies into my life and whisks me away on a trip, picking up the tab. A Bed and Breakfast trip. Clearly, I am a failed woman.
(Slither vs. sliver. Marvellous inconstant. Comic good.)
This week: The Hollies - The Air That I Breathe; Gordon Lightfoot - If You Could Read My Mind; Big Sugar - Heart Refuse To Pound; Leon Redbone - Living the Blues; INXS - By My Side (I will defend it to the death!); Bog Seger - Her Strut; AC/DC - T.N.T.; AC/DC - If You Want Blood; Tom Petty - Here Comes My Girl; du Hip - Dire Wolf; Elvis Costello - When the Green Eyes Turn Blue; Tom Jones - Kiss; KoKo Taylor - Wang Dang Doodle.
Neighbors. Roommates. Dogs turning ten. Blisters. Cranky/happy. Pro-anorexia. LAUGHING AT INAPPROPRIATE TIMES AND/OR PLACES, NAMELY THE BUS UNTIL TEARS ARE SHED AND THOUGHTS OF GEOs RETURN!
Too lazy to formulate the sentences that accompany the above topics -- maybe tomorrow?
Run into me in the summer and I will be much happier/less likely to cross the street.