Meteorology 101 (according to Me)
I feel so uninspired.
What the fuck is the deal with people who won't GO ANYWHERE because it's RAINING? Have you people never experienced the phenomenon which is water falling from the sky? Are you going to melt? I sometimes feel like the only person whose agenda is not hugely affected by different types of weather. Granted, how cold it is may impact whether I decide to walk to the bar, walk to the bus stop for the bus, take the train, or get a taxi, but I'm still GOING to the bar. I once went to a birthday party consisting of restaurant, club, restaurant during a full-fledged blizzard WEARING A MINI SKIRT. I'm alive. And that was a great night, although at one point I did think I might die alone in the snow. Probably because alcohol makes me even more dramatic.
At any rate, rain in Florida? NOOOOOOOOOOO. Sheesh.
I was inspired to go out, paint, bar-hop. Now I'm attempting to reconfigure my inspiredness into other things, like gourmet dinner, debauchery, and if I can convince people, more running in the rain. When I can't think of anything interesting to cook, I feel so empty. THINK THINK THINK.
I do hope it rains less tomorrow because I really wanted to go see the Shakespeare by the Sea thingie. And I need to call Maria tonight.
Hormones currently piss me off. I'm sick of clothes. Lightening is my friend. Two and one-half weeks. I've been watching too much television (but it doesn't feel like it because it's been quality). Nothing feels like the right thing to end on.
What the fuck is the deal with people who won't GO ANYWHERE because it's RAINING? Have you people never experienced the phenomenon which is water falling from the sky? Are you going to melt? I sometimes feel like the only person whose agenda is not hugely affected by different types of weather. Granted, how cold it is may impact whether I decide to walk to the bar, walk to the bus stop for the bus, take the train, or get a taxi, but I'm still GOING to the bar. I once went to a birthday party consisting of restaurant, club, restaurant during a full-fledged blizzard WEARING A MINI SKIRT. I'm alive. And that was a great night, although at one point I did think I might die alone in the snow. Probably because alcohol makes me even more dramatic.
At any rate, rain in Florida? NOOOOOOOOOOO. Sheesh.
I was inspired to go out, paint, bar-hop. Now I'm attempting to reconfigure my inspiredness into other things, like gourmet dinner, debauchery, and if I can convince people, more running in the rain. When I can't think of anything interesting to cook, I feel so empty. THINK THINK THINK.
I do hope it rains less tomorrow because I really wanted to go see the Shakespeare by the Sea thingie. And I need to call Maria tonight.
Hormones currently piss me off. I'm sick of clothes. Lightening is my friend. Two and one-half weeks. I've been watching too much television (but it doesn't feel like it because it's been quality). Nothing feels like the right thing to end on.