A big, bad post to come soon of everything that is life_
I’ve been a little lax on true updates, this will change.
Welcome to the Hood
SO LAST NIGHT I’M SITTING IN MY CAR, parked in my driveway behind my apartment/garage/house thing (I’m not even sure what I’m living in). It was 12:30 a.m. and there was a party in full swing at the house next door. As I’m talking on the phone, a gaggle of freshie girls (I know they’re fresh by their attire and/or hair crimpings) storms outside for a smoke break/gossip session (“No, Austin likes you.” “And then I got this text from him that was like, like, like…”) and started getting dangerously close to my car. The best part was, they didn’t know I was sitting in the car. Also, they were apparently too drunk to notice (!)
Anyhow, the weren’t doing anything seriously wrong other than being A) Loud and 2) RIDICULOUSLY DRAMATIC! So I rolled with it. I mean, I was a Freshman ONCE and I know the debauchery that it entails. But I could sense that something not cool was going to happen, and so kept an eye on the babes and their bitch-asses.
Things were cool until one of the freshie girls, Blondie McBladder, strolled over to MY LAWN (as in, the lawn of my apartment/garage/house thing where I’m currently living and paying rent toward the upkeep of the grasses that surround said living quarters), YANKED DOWN HER SHORTS (two inches of cloth? Can you call them shorts? Judges?) SQUATTED and began to URINATE ON MY LAWN. MY lawn!
My instinct was, of course, to protect my lawn. So I stopped my phone conversation mid-sentence, threw open the car door and…
ME: (to peeing drunk girl) ARE YOU SERIOUSLY DOING THAT RIGHT NOW?!???!
DRUNK GIRL PEEING ON MY LAWN: What! I didn’t know you were in the car!
ME: SERIOUSLY??!
DGPOML: Where’m I supposed to do it?
ME: ON YOUR OWN LAWN!!!! (Points next door to party house)
(DGPOML quickly pulls up “shorts,” and before I could add, “…OR IN A TOILET!!!” she flies away with her gaggle of friends, never to return…yet.)
Three cheers for being assertive. Also, a shout out to my mother for raising me right…
I just heard three resonances from different areas of the room and they feel the same all around. It’s like wildfire; wrapping up school, growing mature. If not now, when?
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I walked past a couple passionately making out in the middle of the sidewalk, it was supremely awkward, but in reality I have no idea.
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Feeling better today, sugar?
Where did it go…
You forgot the whole opening
Hey, been tryin’ to call but I just got home
Got a great glass hanging lamp and ends with someone
who just decided you and I gotta get out of here.
Speaking of which, I couldn’t have said it better myself. I heard it
in a new song and I feel the same. There’s a heat wave still at work, darlin’, and
the lemon tree is going to break, a sweet thang I saw on the way has
big plans for tonight and as quickly as she drove
into my life
she was gone.
Of course, good luck with the fun times.
…& going & going & going
Sending you good thoughts:
It will be better than fine. Just do your best and if not, I understand. This life will be here when you’re ready. You take a deep breath, I’ll enjoy my time here—
and if not, take solace in knowing it’s just temporary. But it’s a step in the right direction.
Someone’s life is this
I can agree,
there’s a sense of euphoria when going to places for the first time. you’ve stopped distracting me from the beautiful scenery, it’s the only one i could find. bummer when the summer goes by so fast and
oh, the swing of the weather! the weather is sad. and how could it not, how could it not? i hate the fact this town is built
around railroad tracks, i’m at an impass—but where are you? going to sleep, need to lock gate. come home. make it happen. man, i shut my eyes and….almost. i can almost
imagine how nice it would be right now. are you finding inspiration? let’s meet on that plane of reality where all things are
truth and love.
i hope everything is as you wish it to be. be safe. keep in touch as the night digresses. maybe we can work something out. just until you come back.
you are loved.
How many seas must a white dove sail
before she sleeps in the sand?
Thoughts from a Final Glimpse of California Sun
The classics lay on the beach
wary sunshine ticked a sky
of clouds as numbers, air as time
chairs repaired by soakers spread
with sweating drinks and aspartame
The day played arid calm
A lagoon awaken by stones
tossed from spokes spoken on gravel road
where child and chrome rolled
it was, home on hold
Sun casually ceased,
air deemed it time.
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