Here it is. The virgin blog.
I will just post a story from the other morning:
Waking Up to Cold Rain..
After a couple, we shall say around two, hours of fitful, unrestful sleep, I awoke (or was woken) to one of my favorite sounds - -
Rain.
While standing in the bathroom, I decide to forego actually trying. Taking off my makeup and applying a new coat was not in my best interest this morning. Touch and go.
As I am preparing for this dreaded walk (yes walk, I decided when I saw the rain that the effort required to move my roommates cars to release mine from the entanglement in the driveway was more than I had in me), I am cursing the great car breakin of the summer two thousand and six. My poor overcoat. My New York coat. I hope some bum wears a size 2 and is making use out of that beautiful thing.
No umbrella, no overcoat. At least I had bought some new gloves and a new scarf. But with only a hoodie there is so much cold seeping through.
I walk outside only to discover that this rain is really familiar.
It is the cold mist that I grew a soft hatred for while living in Seattle.
My distain grew as I increasingly became damp. This is not fun. Rain is one thing. This was an entirely different animal that I did not want to deal with at 6:45am.
I quickly navigated to the closest convience store for a hot caffienated liquid and maybe an umbrella. I did not want to deal with creamers, sugar and actually lifting a coffee pot. So I settle with those push button coffee machines. I still feel these beverages are not real caffiene. In fact they are just hot flavored water. Disguise.
But no matter it warmed my damp-gloved hands.
Inquiring about umbrellas, I find they only have three foot umbrellas that belong in Mary Poppins. I pass. The clerk tells me that the umbrella will match my black and white striped gloves. I still pass.
At least I have this liquid. The wind has turned. The mist is coming into my eyes.
I arrive. The store looks exactly how I left it last night.
This day is starting off great.
I guess Im not going to Runyon Canyon like I planned. And, fuck, its been too long since I last went hiking.
I will just post a story from the other morning:
Waking Up to Cold Rain..
After a couple, we shall say around two, hours of fitful, unrestful sleep, I awoke (or was woken) to one of my favorite sounds - -
Rain.
While standing in the bathroom, I decide to forego actually trying. Taking off my makeup and applying a new coat was not in my best interest this morning. Touch and go.
As I am preparing for this dreaded walk (yes walk, I decided when I saw the rain that the effort required to move my roommates cars to release mine from the entanglement in the driveway was more than I had in me), I am cursing the great car breakin of the summer two thousand and six. My poor overcoat. My New York coat. I hope some bum wears a size 2 and is making use out of that beautiful thing.
No umbrella, no overcoat. At least I had bought some new gloves and a new scarf. But with only a hoodie there is so much cold seeping through.
I walk outside only to discover that this rain is really familiar.
It is the cold mist that I grew a soft hatred for while living in Seattle.
My distain grew as I increasingly became damp. This is not fun. Rain is one thing. This was an entirely different animal that I did not want to deal with at 6:45am.
I quickly navigated to the closest convience store for a hot caffienated liquid and maybe an umbrella. I did not want to deal with creamers, sugar and actually lifting a coffee pot. So I settle with those push button coffee machines. I still feel these beverages are not real caffiene. In fact they are just hot flavored water. Disguise.
But no matter it warmed my damp-gloved hands.
Inquiring about umbrellas, I find they only have three foot umbrellas that belong in Mary Poppins. I pass. The clerk tells me that the umbrella will match my black and white striped gloves. I still pass.
At least I have this liquid. The wind has turned. The mist is coming into my eyes.
I arrive. The store looks exactly how I left it last night.
This day is starting off great.
I guess Im not going to Runyon Canyon like I planned. And, fuck, its been too long since I last went hiking.
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