idiocy
Wednesday, October 15, 2003
And it rains.And may i say, thank god for boys.
and i guess, thank god for gender, if only to have something to fuck with.
Today was a good day.
(despite the sickness and the work and the buses...)
because the last four hours and all therein made up for the rotting lot of the rest of it.
Fear is sometimes a very strange and also other times a very simple thing.
Across the board, driven home by last night and the tesla, electricity trumps a lot (tho crazy always wins) if there is a spark, in whatever avenue, lust, marketing, rage, intelligent humor, the spark will remain in memory, past a thousand polite interactions and bland charm.
It's strange that a line casually dropped from a person that you barely know can make you pleased by the memory of their humor, and how they speak a tale, and wishing you could be drinking a pint or five with them right now, instead of drinking very ungodly cheap wine in your basement, that, tho mostly soundproof, smells vaguely like a barn, but in an unpleasant way, (no owls), and facing the awakening tomorrow to more rain, 13 hour work days and the fact that we're all still made of carbon.
so with my cheap wine i'm saying, to being pleased, when you've no fucking right to be, to being pleased in the face of a thousand current fuck-hole-administrations, because all they can do is kill you.
(Or torture people you love)
But once you know that you are free you get to be pleased whenever the hell you want.
and i am.
to rain.
idiocy
this night was a lovely dinner of too many bottles of wine, and a tesla coil, and then everything in the universe only has value based on its conductivity.which could lead to an amusing antecdote about a friend's husband, but perhaps not now...
But just let it be known that the lovely lara is also a fantabulous cook,
and it is much appreciated.