Coƒƒee §wirls & Velvét Cake ƒor You*
[Tuesday, September 12]
long haired raccoons in hats rain downtown during couples of earthquakes
long hair it's just as long as when i cut it. and i need another haircut. i just don't dare with the hair snipping talent (or rather, lack thereof) here.
when i was younger, i had a stuffed toy. it was a raccoon with schlick schlack hands ("velcro" for you weird ppl). i loved her. i knew it was a her, coz she had a mini version of her, her baby, which her hands held. when i was a little older, i put a 'pearl' necklace on her. i thought she looked beautiful with her natural eye makeup.
i'd never seen a raccoon in real life. it's a shame that the first ones i do see... are roadkill.
whyyyyyy does it always rain when i go downtown??
on the way down on a two story escalator to the train below, i had plenty of time to note the hat on the african american guy in front of me. (he was blocking my way.) ....do they leave the stickers and tags on as a conversation starter? "Oh! hey, i see that your head is a 7 and 7/8ths! i wear that too! only it seems my head's perimeter is more of a circular one and yours is more of an ellipse.
"so..
"you come by here often?"
couples at school. everyone hates em. and yet, you can't look away. be quiet, you know it's true.
i wish someone would kiss my forehead and walk with me to class.
ALERT! I'M NOT PARANOID!!! sunday i woke from a body alarm. my eyes snapped open, irides flickering to the light, and adrenaline pumped through my blood. my bed quivered and something rumbled outside.. "-earthquake-" shot through my head like it did all those times in turkey. i didn't move, and after a couple of seconds, sure that it wasn't just my pounding heart shaking my senses, i made the excuse that it's just a truck outside.
this afternoon, my life insurance teacher told us that there was an earthquake on sunday.
speaking of truck: without fail. with. out. fail. -: everytime we move to a new house, construction begins a little too close to us.
i'm not joking.
the guy across the street is digging up his backyard for a pool. so he's got cranes and rubble and sand and trucks and stuff and stuff here everyday.
ok, build your bldgs and apartments. but this time? the pool? that's sooo not fairrr.
now... to analyze it, i think this 'coincidence' happens
1. because for the most part, we move to less populated areas(ironically for the peace and quiet), and so there is opportunity and area to dig; and
2. to piss me off. there isn't a saturday morning i've been able to sleep in without being woken up by some massive drill woodpeckering at my window.
OH! and it always just so happens that my room is FACING the whole construction thing.
except in cyprus.
i had crickets chirping in the trees outside my window.
that was nice.
when i was younger, i had a stuffed toy. it was a raccoon with schlick schlack hands ("velcro" for you weird ppl). i loved her. i knew it was a her, coz she had a mini version of her, her baby, which her hands held. when i was a little older, i put a 'pearl' necklace on her. i thought she looked beautiful with her natural eye makeup.
i'd never seen a raccoon in real life. it's a shame that the first ones i do see... are roadkill.
whyyyyyy does it always rain when i go downtown??
on the way down on a two story escalator to the train below, i had plenty of time to note the hat on the african american guy in front of me. (he was blocking my way.) ....do they leave the stickers and tags on as a conversation starter? "Oh! hey, i see that your head is a 7 and 7/8ths! i wear that too! only it seems my head's perimeter is more of a circular one and yours is more of an ellipse.
"so..
"you come by here often?"
couples at school. everyone hates em. and yet, you can't look away. be quiet, you know it's true.
i wish someone would kiss my forehead and walk with me to class.
ALERT! I'M NOT PARANOID!!! sunday i woke from a body alarm. my eyes snapped open, irides flickering to the light, and adrenaline pumped through my blood. my bed quivered and something rumbled outside.. "-earthquake-" shot through my head like it did all those times in turkey. i didn't move, and after a couple of seconds, sure that it wasn't just my pounding heart shaking my senses, i made the excuse that it's just a truck outside.
this afternoon, my life insurance teacher told us that there was an earthquake on sunday.
speaking of truck: without fail. with. out. fail. -: everytime we move to a new house, construction begins a little too close to us.
i'm not joking.
the guy across the street is digging up his backyard for a pool. so he's got cranes and rubble and sand and trucks and stuff and stuff here everyday.
ok, build your bldgs and apartments. but this time? the pool? that's sooo not fairrr.
now... to analyze it, i think this 'coincidence' happens
1. because for the most part, we move to less populated areas(ironically for the peace and quiet), and so there is opportunity and area to dig; and
2. to piss me off. there isn't a saturday morning i've been able to sleep in without being woken up by some massive drill woodpeckering at my window.
OH! and it always just so happens that my room is FACING the whole construction thing.
except in cyprus.
i had crickets chirping in the trees outside my window.
that was nice.
:: {kwoo§hie}* was awake at [4:59 PM]
--::2 lava lamps::--
i love reading your stuff.
it always makes me laugh. and i love knowing thing about you.
and you've never introduced me to mrs. raccoon. i'm appalled.
it always makes me laugh. and i love knowing thing about you.
and you've never introduced me to mrs. raccoon. i'm appalled.
we're talking pre-95. days of cyprus. what we met like... 4 times in cyprus?
