Believe me...this is not going to be a daily thing...
Didn't see the light of day today. The nice thing about being home is the chance to get someone else to do things for you. So I have this special project for Mother's Day on Sunday and I sent someone out to do the buying for me. It's like online shopping only with instant, same day results. And he even haggled for a cheaper price.
I don't know if I am borderline agoraphobic or something. I didn't reach out today, nor take a deep breath of the hot, humid air that permeates this entire city. Every second I step out of my air conditioned room I'm hit with a blast of heat so bad it catches my breath and suffocates me for a split second. So if the second floor of this house is bad enough, what more under the city sun. And then driving around the city drives me utterly insane, and I'm just a passenger. I'm signing up for driving lessons in the next few weeks and I hear that lessons are held out there, in those crazy ass streets. Everything about this city screams: Stay inside! And it what keeps me comfortable and sane.
But so much for this self imposed house arrest...
Have you ever had a moment of sheer rage? I had one today, while flipping channels I came upon MTV (there is a good reason why I don't watch this channel anymore), I had to sit through a few seconds of Madonna and Justin Timberlake. Just seeing them on screen made me rage so much I was shaking, a bit. How the hell could that happen? I don't know. This moment in time made me lurch with so much disdain and abhorance as the two "icons" jumped over cars. Why can't the world just quit them? Why can't Madonna just quit and retire? I know, 50 and fit and fabulous is cause to celebrate and show off to the world, but will you fucking stop it already? And Timberlake...I don't know where to begin with him. Is it because I'm jealous of the amount of success that brims through every pore of those two that I'm ranting at this moment? Maybe that's hitting the nail right on the head, right there and hitting my thumb along with it.
Wankers.
See me rage.
Actually. That isn't me. That's Dan Francis playing Othello...raging. But I'm raging as well. And here I am. I've calmed down since those few seconds this afternoon...but there's a part of it...lingering.
Right. So. This isn't going to be an everyday thing now...I hope. Or if I do this everyday, it might be a sad testament of my boring life in the isles.
I don't know if I am borderline agoraphobic or something. I didn't reach out today, nor take a deep breath of the hot, humid air that permeates this entire city. Every second I step out of my air conditioned room I'm hit with a blast of heat so bad it catches my breath and suffocates me for a split second. So if the second floor of this house is bad enough, what more under the city sun. And then driving around the city drives me utterly insane, and I'm just a passenger. I'm signing up for driving lessons in the next few weeks and I hear that lessons are held out there, in those crazy ass streets. Everything about this city screams: Stay inside! And it what keeps me comfortable and sane.
But so much for this self imposed house arrest...
Have you ever had a moment of sheer rage? I had one today, while flipping channels I came upon MTV (there is a good reason why I don't watch this channel anymore), I had to sit through a few seconds of Madonna and Justin Timberlake. Just seeing them on screen made me rage so much I was shaking, a bit. How the hell could that happen? I don't know. This moment in time made me lurch with so much disdain and abhorance as the two "icons" jumped over cars. Why can't the world just quit them? Why can't Madonna just quit and retire? I know, 50 and fit and fabulous is cause to celebrate and show off to the world, but will you fucking stop it already? And Timberlake...I don't know where to begin with him. Is it because I'm jealous of the amount of success that brims through every pore of those two that I'm ranting at this moment? Maybe that's hitting the nail right on the head, right there and hitting my thumb along with it.
Wankers.
See me rage.
Actually. That isn't me. That's Dan Francis playing Othello...raging. But I'm raging as well. And here I am. I've calmed down since those few seconds this afternoon...but there's a part of it...lingering.
Right. So. This isn't going to be an everyday thing now...I hope. Or if I do this everyday, it might be a sad testament of my boring life in the isles.