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The leaves are dancing under the barrage of raindrops beyond my balcony. There's a distant ambulance siren drifting in waves through the water in the air. The air is cool enough to be comfortable and wet enough to be bothersome. It's perfect. Tori and I are singing in spite of my sore throat and the distance. Yesterday's dinner has been trying to start a fight all day. I'm wearing a pajama shirt and panties. My hair got long last week and curly this weekend, and now it's all around me. Draped over my arms, across my shoulders, down my back. Humidity is aiding the fuzzies' fight against gravity. I'm going to clean off my tablet and draw something lovely. In another minute....


I'm going to post that odd entry I talked about awhile back. The self-pitying one. It wasn't meant to be that way, and it still isn't, but it just sounded whiny to me, and I hate the thought of being whiny. But I've half-read over it so many times by this point that it doesn't mean anything to me anymore. My eyes pass over the words but I don't see them and I can't pull any meaning from them. So I might as well put it up and get it off my screen.

(Warning: it's unedited and incomplete.)


May. 8th, 2005 05:54 am (UTC)
thank yoiu so much. Will you tell me if i post crap though? I mean really, please do. (Even though I don't know if you can call it poetry:)

I'd love to read any thing you have.
May. 8th, 2005 04:00 pm (UTC)
I'll definitely do that. But I'll be kind. ^_^

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