the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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5:16 p.m. + 2003-10-09 = distraction.
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it's a strange autumn day... 20 degrees higher than the average temperature due to freak splitting of the jet stream near oregon... keeping the cool, dry air up in canada and the warm, soggy in the southern united states. we'll have a thunderstorm tomorrow, so they predict. that'll be a shame... the brightly-coloured, crunchy leaves will be beaten off their trees and collect in mushy-cereal-esque piles in gutters. and once again i have missed the opportunity to have a brilliant autumn (which would include crisp days, sitting in the semi-raked leaves... me knitting or reading, the sun setting and my hypothetical boyfriend trying to distract me with neck-kisses.) i don't think i've ever had a good boyfriend during autumn, come to think of it. well, there was hailey, but he's hardly the plumbline for anything positive... and of course the swedish boyfriends, but then they don't really count. and i don't mean that in the cold, heartless way... i'm just saying... they don't count. living in uppsala was a lapse in time, judgement, memory. besides, it's impossible to enjoy fall in uppland... it just rains off and on from september 1st until january 3rd, from whence the rain becomes thick, heavy snow and fyrisaan gives the impression that the water is hot as steam rises between the bridges separating the highstreet/shopping district and the touristy old shoppes/domkyrka.
well now, that killed 10 minutes... but i suppose i have to actually study now since i need good grades in order to wow gradschool admissions officials.
--i've seen london, i've seen france, i've seen a variety of your underpants... 've got fotografs, souveniers and postcards. i've seen spain, i've seen rome, but every cow [eventually] comes home... tourism and farmlife. come now, tiger, time to sleep; we've been at it nearly all night. fucked like rabbits, time to count our sheep, the cocks'll crow again at daylight.-- it's a work in progress, and silly, and based on nothing except wishful thinking and pent-up libido.
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