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Mississippi Boiling So, I am trying not to scare myself shitless by thinking too much about the meeting I scheduled tonight. It will be my first 'completely-done-by-me-alone' type thing in relation to my spirituality, and I don't want to look like a doofus, or unprepared, or any of that. I worry too much, I think. I really love my dog. She is growing into a wonderful pet. Right now, she is sleeping by my feet, and these are the moments I have been waiting for since we got her- the quiet, serene moments. She's really shaping up to be a great dog, and I am glad, not just for myself, but for Justin as well, because he didn't really want her in the first place, and she has been a pain in the ass for him more so than for me. I'm going to go see "Troy" today. I am pretty sure that I am going to be disappointed about it, especially after reading "The Firebrand" by Marion Zimmer Bradley and loving it. I've read the critiques, and they all seem to say that it isn't the most historically accurate movie ever, but I guess that doesn't mean it won't be entertaining, or at least visually stunning. Oh, and for all of you out there wishing for summer while you are experiencing spring, I have one thing to say to you- fuck off. It is 90 degrees today in wonderful, armpit-like Mississippi, and the humidity is RIDICULOUS. I know that I said that the people who lived here must have been exaggerating about the heat. I WAS WRONG. It is like a bug-infested sauna down here. I giggled when I saw homes in Florida with screened-in yards (I'm not shitting you, the screens started at the peak of the roof and covered the ENTIRE BACK YARD) but now I am wishing for a screened in back yard. In the Arctic Circle. said the Dread Pirate Ro at 8:46 AM on May 21, 2004 Aarrgh! 0 scurvy dogs said "Ahoy, matey!"
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