Bubbly Disjointed Rambling
So I just came home from an Arlo Guthrie concert. It was awesome. Loved it, of course. We listened to familiar songs and not so familiar ones and I must say it's much more impressive to hear them in person! I had front row seats and was smiling and laughing much of the time and just enjoying it despite the very loud drunks behind us (figures!) I love the whole scene... all the aging peaceniks and their cute little eco-cars out in the parking lot with lovely little anti-war bumper stickers... even one reading, "Imagine, nothing to kill or die for." That taken out of context made my brain fizzle for a moment but I love that.
Then we went driving through cute little Keene and I kept looking out spying the meekest looking of the college students and ponderin’ to myself gently culling them from the herd and inviting them to the dark side. SIGH. (Ratgirl knows I'm a danger if ever let loose and yet she keeps insisting on trying to break me free... evil!)
I can't wait until tomorrow evening. I'll be attending a "Saturday Night Coffee House" (I'd call it a Howl?) which will be the first of my life and what I have been searching in vain for. Who knows if I'm feeling particularly comfortable I might get up and read one of my pieces (or be just as amused being the smarmy lil' wallflower I am!) I'm all bouncy and happy because I've been living the intellectual wastelands known as Maine.. Where children aren't expected to know how to read and a girl's only future is getting knocked up 14-16 and settling down to pop out more!
My cats probably all have 1-3 of the biggest feline killers and though I'll be testing them I probably won't have them for long. Another dead dream. I'm pondering adopting a dog but I don't know where the hell I'm going in life and I'm thinking maybe having less is better? So I can wander. God do I need my license! I'm twenty-three for Christ's sake someone needs to give me one!
I was pondering coming back to NH but I am still very suspicious of this house because three horrible feral children put a male rat in with all my 15 girls. Though he certainly kept himself busy the only rats to get pregnant were the ones who never lived at the NH house... Apparently the sterility I've always attributed to this house is permanent. I wonder if I'm sterile. What a blessing that'd be...
Then we went driving through cute little Keene and I kept looking out spying the meekest looking of the college students and ponderin’ to myself gently culling them from the herd and inviting them to the dark side. SIGH. (Ratgirl knows I'm a danger if ever let loose and yet she keeps insisting on trying to break me free... evil!)
I can't wait until tomorrow evening. I'll be attending a "Saturday Night Coffee House" (I'd call it a Howl?) which will be the first of my life and what I have been searching in vain for. Who knows if I'm feeling particularly comfortable I might get up and read one of my pieces (or be just as amused being the smarmy lil' wallflower I am!) I'm all bouncy and happy because I've been living the intellectual wastelands known as Maine.. Where children aren't expected to know how to read and a girl's only future is getting knocked up 14-16 and settling down to pop out more!
My cats probably all have 1-3 of the biggest feline killers and though I'll be testing them I probably won't have them for long. Another dead dream. I'm pondering adopting a dog but I don't know where the hell I'm going in life and I'm thinking maybe having less is better? So I can wander. God do I need my license! I'm twenty-three for Christ's sake someone needs to give me one!
I was pondering coming back to NH but I am still very suspicious of this house because three horrible feral children put a male rat in with all my 15 girls. Though he certainly kept himself busy the only rats to get pregnant were the ones who never lived at the NH house... Apparently the sterility I've always attributed to this house is permanent. I wonder if I'm sterile. What a blessing that'd be...