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Aug. 13th, 2005 02:57 pmMe: Whoa. The house is so quiet.
Kerrin: Yeah, I know.
Me, panicking: Are- where are the kids?!
Kerrin, patient as always: They're with Mum and Dad. Who are camping. Far away.
Me: Right. Right. I knew that. It's just that it's so... it's too quiet. I'm used to noise.
*pause*
Me, singing* at top of lungs: HOW CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME STANDING ALONE IN A WORLD THAT'S SO COLD? MAYBE I'M JUST TOO DEMANDING! MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE MY FATHER, TOO BOLD! MAYBE YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY MOTHER! SHE'S NEVER SATISFIED! WHY DO WE SCREAM AT EACH OTHER? THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE- WHEN- DOVES- CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Kerrin: *ded from Prince*
Worked this morning. I think that there was an Eleventh Commandment that got lost sometime between Biblical revisions. It probably said something like "Thou shalt be fucking polite, Medammit."
I also got to listen to Cold Roses in the rain. I think that when I stage a bloody coup and crown myself King of Everything I will decree that every week needs to have one grizzly rainy day when the wind is sharp and cold and you get to stand under overpasses and watch streetlights burn in the middle of the day and sing to yourself as you walk.
The world needs more days like that.
I can tell I'm getting old because I just decided that candy necklaces don't taste as good as they did when I was a youngster. And I actually used the world "youngster" in my head. Good Lord there are SIXTY-YEAR-OLDS that are younger than me.
* NOTE: My singing is kind of like whale song- there's nothing particularly musical about it, but you have to call it something and "barking" doesn't exactly fit.
Kerrin: Yeah, I know.
Me, panicking: Are- where are the kids?!
Kerrin, patient as always: They're with Mum and Dad. Who are camping. Far away.
Me: Right. Right. I knew that. It's just that it's so... it's too quiet. I'm used to noise.
*pause*
Me, singing* at top of lungs: HOW CAN YOU JUST LEAVE ME STANDING ALONE IN A WORLD THAT'S SO COLD? MAYBE I'M JUST TOO DEMANDING! MAYBE I'M JUST LIKE MY FATHER, TOO BOLD! MAYBE YOU'RE JUST LIKE MY MOTHER! SHE'S NEVER SATISFIED! WHY DO WE SCREAM AT EACH OTHER? THIS IS WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE- WHEN- DOVES- CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Kerrin: *ded from Prince*
Worked this morning. I think that there was an Eleventh Commandment that got lost sometime between Biblical revisions. It probably said something like "Thou shalt be fucking polite, Medammit."
I also got to listen to Cold Roses in the rain. I think that when I stage a bloody coup and crown myself King of Everything I will decree that every week needs to have one grizzly rainy day when the wind is sharp and cold and you get to stand under overpasses and watch streetlights burn in the middle of the day and sing to yourself as you walk.
The world needs more days like that.
I can tell I'm getting old because I just decided that candy necklaces don't taste as good as they did when I was a youngster. And I actually used the world "youngster" in my head. Good Lord there are SIXTY-YEAR-OLDS that are younger than me.
* NOTE: My singing is kind of like whale song- there's nothing particularly musical about it, but you have to call it something and "barking" doesn't exactly fit.