it's raining and i'm excited
on friday tamalinn had a socially-distant birthday party in her driveway, and i baked red velvet cupcakes in the 85º heat in a kitchen with no a/c because i miss making food for parties that much. (altho to be fair it wasn't ridiculously hot in my kitchen to begin with, so i figured i could cope. and i totally did.) we were all masked and careful and the dog knocked over the wine >.< and it was just really nice to get out of the house and see people in person.
(i mentioned this to my sister last night and she said "what am i, chopped liver?" and i just thought you've seen some of your friends in person, you know what i mean. don't give me shit for being excited to see someone besides you. i love my sister but man, she expects everybody else to always consider her thoughts/feelings/etc, because she expects to be the center of your world as well as her own.)
and yesterday morning i went down the street and over the bridge for a scrambled egg and cheese on a bagel and yes i know i mention this every single time i post but look, it's the little things. and now i've done it i don't have to keep mentioning it. :D
but did i mention i have about a dozen red velvet cupcakes in my freezer? and some extra cream cheese frosting in my fridge? because i do. yum.
today it rained and there was thunder and lightning and it was so nice. and because i didn't have to work on my bang any more i could roll out of bed when i felt like it and make my leisurely way to the grocery store. i feel strangely unburdened.
are there ghosts in the british museum? and if there are, what are they haunting? (hint: it's stuff. :D )
what does outer space smell like? you can kickstart a fragrance that smells like SPACE! which, seriously, how cool is that?
and finally, a poem.
Dream-singers,
Story-tellers,
Dancers,
Loud laughers in the hands of Fate-
My People.
Dish-washers,
Elevator-boys,
Ladies’ maids,
Crap-shooters,
Cooks,
Waiters,
Jazzers,
Nurses of babies,
Loaders of ships,
Porters,
Hairdressers,
Comedians in vaudeville
And band-men in circuses-
Dream-singers all,
Story-tellers all.
Dancers-
God! What dancers!
Singers-
God! What singers!
Singers and dancers,
Dancers and laughers.
Laughers?
Yes, laughers....laughers.... laughers-
Loud-mouthed laughers in the hands of Fate.
--Langston Hughes, "My People"
(i mentioned this to my sister last night and she said "what am i, chopped liver?" and i just thought you've seen some of your friends in person, you know what i mean. don't give me shit for being excited to see someone besides you. i love my sister but man, she expects everybody else to always consider her thoughts/feelings/etc, because she expects to be the center of your world as well as her own.)
and yesterday morning i went down the street and over the bridge for a scrambled egg and cheese on a bagel and yes i know i mention this every single time i post but look, it's the little things. and now i've done it i don't have to keep mentioning it. :D
but did i mention i have about a dozen red velvet cupcakes in my freezer? and some extra cream cheese frosting in my fridge? because i do. yum.
today it rained and there was thunder and lightning and it was so nice. and because i didn't have to work on my bang any more i could roll out of bed when i felt like it and make my leisurely way to the grocery store. i feel strangely unburdened.
are there ghosts in the british museum? and if there are, what are they haunting? (hint: it's stuff. :D )
what does outer space smell like? you can kickstart a fragrance that smells like SPACE! which, seriously, how cool is that?
and finally, a poem.
Dream-singers,
Story-tellers,
Dancers,
Loud laughers in the hands of Fate-
My People.
Dish-washers,
Elevator-boys,
Ladies’ maids,
Crap-shooters,
Cooks,
Waiters,
Jazzers,
Nurses of babies,
Loaders of ships,
Porters,
Hairdressers,
Comedians in vaudeville
And band-men in circuses-
Dream-singers all,
Story-tellers all.
Dancers-
God! What dancers!
Singers-
God! What singers!
Singers and dancers,
Dancers and laughers.
Laughers?
Yes, laughers....laughers.... laughers-
Loud-mouthed laughers in the hands of Fate.
--Langston Hughes, "My People"