i am having my foot rubbed right now! well, kind of halfheartedly, but still, it's rubbing. we went to first thursday yesterday, walked all over the place looking at art and things. it was kind of fun, but of course, i wanted to go home before everyone else. i always do.
so it's independence day. i thought up something that i want to do with my kids on independence day. i want to go out with them, and we'll exercise our rights from the bill of rights. we will speak freely, wear sleeveless shirts (i don't want my kids carrying guns around for no reason, but they can bare arms..).. etc. there are some of them that we'll just have to talk about, but i think it would be a good idea to have constitutionally aware kiddos.
*sigh* i want to have babies. i'm planning what i'd do to raise them all the time. i love babies and kids. i'm too poor to do the kind of job of raising the kiddo that i want to, though - at least planning-wise. i think about it all the time, though. i want babies.
i'm ready to watch fireworks tonight. they always make me a little nervous - well not the fireworks themselves, but the way people handle them. i've never been a fan of holding a firecracker to light it. last year, my friends tried to set up a mortar that had been damaged.. the bottom had blown out of it, so they set it firmly down on the ground, supported by some cinder blocks, to hold it down. when the thing went off, it still tipped over, and hit the car we were hiding behind. POW!! colored sparks everywhere. dangerous. i like to watch fireworks while i'm chemically suggestible, because then after i go home my sweetie can trace fireworks up my legs and back, and i can see them in my head. it works sober, too, but not as vividly. "tscccch" "pfff" that's the sound of it going up in the air and then going off. it makes me giggle.
maybe i'll go lay in the sun today. i'm getting tan, which is kind of nice. it makes me less concerned about my skin. i wish i weren't so strange and obsessive.
my sweetie woke up this morning quite hungover and unhappy.. he had some beer last night, but he's started taking wellbutrin (which i used to be on.) now he can see why i wasn't drinking for so long, and why i'm drinking more now. mixing meds and alcohol is a bad idea.
we have overbloomed roses in the yard. i like the buds better, curved like the hips of a fishtail dress turned upside-down. but there's a certain dignity to the bigger ones, before their petals drop. they curl at the edges, so the petals are no longer baby cheeks, they're pointed. the smell goes from fresh to slightly too organic, like a piece of fruit you have to think about before eating. the color deepens and wrinkles. strange how so many living things resemble each other as they die - they discolor, wrinkle, expand and then contract.
*poof*
so it's independence day. i thought up something that i want to do with my kids on independence day. i want to go out with them, and we'll exercise our rights from the bill of rights. we will speak freely, wear sleeveless shirts (i don't want my kids carrying guns around for no reason, but they can bare arms..).. etc. there are some of them that we'll just have to talk about, but i think it would be a good idea to have constitutionally aware kiddos.
*sigh* i want to have babies. i'm planning what i'd do to raise them all the time. i love babies and kids. i'm too poor to do the kind of job of raising the kiddo that i want to, though - at least planning-wise. i think about it all the time, though. i want babies.
i'm ready to watch fireworks tonight. they always make me a little nervous - well not the fireworks themselves, but the way people handle them. i've never been a fan of holding a firecracker to light it. last year, my friends tried to set up a mortar that had been damaged.. the bottom had blown out of it, so they set it firmly down on the ground, supported by some cinder blocks, to hold it down. when the thing went off, it still tipped over, and hit the car we were hiding behind. POW!! colored sparks everywhere. dangerous. i like to watch fireworks while i'm chemically suggestible, because then after i go home my sweetie can trace fireworks up my legs and back, and i can see them in my head. it works sober, too, but not as vividly. "tscccch" "pfff" that's the sound of it going up in the air and then going off. it makes me giggle.
maybe i'll go lay in the sun today. i'm getting tan, which is kind of nice. it makes me less concerned about my skin. i wish i weren't so strange and obsessive.
my sweetie woke up this morning quite hungover and unhappy.. he had some beer last night, but he's started taking wellbutrin (which i used to be on.) now he can see why i wasn't drinking for so long, and why i'm drinking more now. mixing meds and alcohol is a bad idea.
we have overbloomed roses in the yard. i like the buds better, curved like the hips of a fishtail dress turned upside-down. but there's a certain dignity to the bigger ones, before their petals drop. they curl at the edges, so the petals are no longer baby cheeks, they're pointed. the smell goes from fresh to slightly too organic, like a piece of fruit you have to think about before eating. the color deepens and wrinkles. strange how so many living things resemble each other as they die - they discolor, wrinkle, expand and then contract.
*poof*
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Non-lawyers also talk this way sometimes and Ive done it myself when called upon to speak at certain business meetings (where no ones really listening anyhow). Im yammering on and on, you know, listening to myself from somewhere far away. It sounds like music. Not good music, but not offensive either sort of like what you hear in elevators.
If I am helping with your writing, Im hugely pleased and even more pleased (well, OK then, Im *just as* pleased) that you are starting to realize what you have.
Last night we trudged around a lake in the damp hot air. Fireworks were happening on all sides. Of course, we had to stop and stare, though that wasn't the original idea. Explosions in the sky make slack-jawed, ooh-ah simpletons of everybody! Whether the explosions are over Baghdad or Hometown, USA.
The foot rub offer stands. Or sits. You dont have to be tipsy to ask for it.
What does Mei think of adoption/birthing?
-Micah