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So, there's talk of sending me back to Sacramento for 3 (motherfuckin' 3!) weeks in either August or September. I'm hoping for September. If such a thing happens that is a very looong period of time so an SF jaunt will probably be necessary. I expect full red carpet and trumpet treatment; I'm just sayin' is all.
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This last week has really made me decide I despise my current life situation utterly. (Mostly where it concerns my jobby job.) I am, however, completely flabbergasted and unhinged when it comes to ideas of what I should do about it. I'm sure I'll think of something or at least revert to my Catholic schoolboy training and just deal with it (albeit with immense amounts of whining.)
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Secret Thanks to ni: He knows why. Man oh man...
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Secret Hello to Tix: I did not mean to be so short, but work has been fucking with me; and not in that good Las Vegas way.
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Joanna Newsom, despite the Lisa Simpsonesque voice, has been overtly infecting my brain. Damn her bringing back the word poetaster. I mean, where the hell am I going to use THAT word? Jeezus.
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Two nights ago we had HUGE storms here. Storms larger than I've ever seen in person (and I've watched a tornado jump over a school I was in as a kid.) I drove through it manically while dodging tree limbs and people trying to get away; also, other cars. I pulled home just to realize that the power was out and I really wasn't happy there, so I went back out in it and spent about 3 hours out in utter chaos and madness. It was the most delicious time I've had in a very long time.
The sky was electric with possibility and spider-vein lightning. The clouds rumbled and bumbled as they blew over signs taller than buildings. Windows were smashed out by 90 mph winds and my tiny shitcar rocked with the force of it all. I feel at home in those times. It reminds me that experience > the illusion of certainty. This is a lesson I should take into other areas of my life I think.
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I thought I'd have more stuff to say but the workplace, she is begging for my attentions ALL fucking weekend. What. The. Fuck. So... I'll try and respond properly to comments, but see ya.. probably again in months you fuckers. I love you.
-Q
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