have you ever felt the ground melting beneath your feet? it feels like the earth had a bad batch of shellfish or a few too many beans. gaia gas. yes, that’s what it felt like standing on the spot which, twenty minutes later, was two and a half feet closer to the core than it started. the rumbling, popping and clicking of the ground beneath the asphalt as all the water from the broken main poured down my street at midnight was both frightening and exciting. i wouldn’t have known anything was amiss if the diverted water running through the back yard hadn’t sounded like a torrential cloudburst.
i’m so glad i stayed up late!
how funny are people to tell you one thing and then do another. that’s all right. they’re free to be who they want to be and do what they want to do. it’s how i react to it which is important to me. right now, i’m trying not to react at all. except making assumptions. hey, i never said i wasn’t a hypocrite, too.
i had lettuce for dinner last night and pizza for breakfast this morning. yes, you really did need to know that.
my favourite thing about my non-evil j-named friend (figure that one out, if you dare): he doesn’t care that i’m a dork and i don’t care that he knows i am.