Mon Coeur en Hiver
there is nothing cuter than birdie anger. when tiberius gets mad at his toys and pushes them around, it is the purest form of cuteness known to man.
yesterday was a beautiful snowy day that had to be ruined by an employee "Winter Party". in each previous year, i managed to get out of attending. sadly, i was suckered by a technicality this year. after quite a bit of necessary drinking, things were okay i suppose. why do people feel constantly bound by tradition? i don't think they honestly want to have a winter party every year. i don't think half the population enjoys holidays and such. people entertain the most ridiculous of traditional, romantic notions. i have decided to place arbitrary blame on the movie, "a miracle on 42nd street". is that the name of it? i have never celebrated christmas, but it seems like horribly tedious business. "celebration" could be carried out in a far less stressful way than spending every dime you have. i want purity in celebration. let's celebrate snow instead! with unblighted chastity, it floats from one imaginary foothold in the air to another in the most ethereal way. with a beauty and power paralleled only by other natural theatrical productions, it makes me ache for reasons i can't quite pinpoint exactly but that have to do with my cells being so staunchly human and vulgar. snow makes me feel weightless in time- like i'm floating in time rather than space and the normal gravitational pull on the hands of the clock is no longer a constant. i love snow.
i made the mistake of sitting in the "hand holding" section at the meeting today. i was going to sit by myself, but this nice group of black ladies kept asking me to sit with them. i usually sit by myself. i knew they were hand-holders. oh well. the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the amber. so i buckled down and braced myself for the onslaught of affection. heh. my family never hugged or touched. so when we all stood up for the opening and closing prayer, i felt like i was playing 'red rover' or something. red rover, red rover, send jesus right over. hee hee.
i feel like i haven't done anything really interesting on this blog lately. i'll try to get something nice and interactive or visually stimulating out here soon.
as a quick note, i did indeed sucessfully knit a hat. it's lovely. if anyone knows of any easy to knit sock or booty/bootie(???i will knit up pirate spoil???) patterns, please send them my way. if you send me your address and fifty dollars i will knit something splendid for you. perhaps out of feathers.
i hear nick drake upstairs.
i think rasputina is perfect snow music.
ok. au revoir, mes amies. un hiver heureux partout et à tout, une bonne nuit!!!
la fille du fromage
yesterday was a beautiful snowy day that had to be ruined by an employee "Winter Party". in each previous year, i managed to get out of attending. sadly, i was suckered by a technicality this year. after quite a bit of necessary drinking, things were okay i suppose. why do people feel constantly bound by tradition? i don't think they honestly want to have a winter party every year. i don't think half the population enjoys holidays and such. people entertain the most ridiculous of traditional, romantic notions. i have decided to place arbitrary blame on the movie, "a miracle on 42nd street". is that the name of it? i have never celebrated christmas, but it seems like horribly tedious business. "celebration" could be carried out in a far less stressful way than spending every dime you have. i want purity in celebration. let's celebrate snow instead! with unblighted chastity, it floats from one imaginary foothold in the air to another in the most ethereal way. with a beauty and power paralleled only by other natural theatrical productions, it makes me ache for reasons i can't quite pinpoint exactly but that have to do with my cells being so staunchly human and vulgar. snow makes me feel weightless in time- like i'm floating in time rather than space and the normal gravitational pull on the hands of the clock is no longer a constant. i love snow.
i made the mistake of sitting in the "hand holding" section at the meeting today. i was going to sit by myself, but this nice group of black ladies kept asking me to sit with them. i usually sit by myself. i knew they were hand-holders. oh well. the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the amber. so i buckled down and braced myself for the onslaught of affection. heh. my family never hugged or touched. so when we all stood up for the opening and closing prayer, i felt like i was playing 'red rover' or something. red rover, red rover, send jesus right over. hee hee.
i feel like i haven't done anything really interesting on this blog lately. i'll try to get something nice and interactive or visually stimulating out here soon.
as a quick note, i did indeed sucessfully knit a hat. it's lovely. if anyone knows of any easy to knit sock or booty/bootie(???i will knit up pirate spoil???) patterns, please send them my way. if you send me your address and fifty dollars i will knit something splendid for you. perhaps out of feathers.
i hear nick drake upstairs.
i think rasputina is perfect snow music.
ok. au revoir, mes amies. un hiver heureux partout et à tout, une bonne nuit!!!
la fille du fromage
posted by la fille du fromage at 7:02 PM
1 Comments:
"red rover, red rover, send jesus right over. hee hee." Hahaha!
I hate going to church and then having it be like a huggy say hello to everyone sort of a thing.
When there is lots of snow I feel like it is just so comfy, like a big blanket that shrouds the earth and I just want to curl up by a fireside and drink hot chocolate.
It snowed all day friday, which is amazing werather for vegas. That's two years in a row with snow that actually stayed on the ground til the next day!
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