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Jul. 8th, 2002
Rain, rain, please stay
Jul. 8th, 2002 10:29 pmOkay, I want to write something. I really do. I just have nothing to write. I'm going through another "writing nothing but crap" phase.
It doesn't help that my "current music" is listening to my mom blab on the phone 1.5 feet from me.
Today the weather was GREAT. Smokey grey and overcast sky...gentle rain all day. (Except for the storm.) Call me crazy, but I love weather like that - thoughtful, stimulating. I live for it. Other people might call it dreary, but not me.
"My time of day...is the grey part of the day..." (Okay, that's not really how the song goes, heh.)
I wonder why rain makes me so happy. Is it because bright blues skies were more likely to come with fists in my childhood home? Does it suit my inner introspective nature, curled up with a book or writing pad? Speaking of writing pads, why can I not seem to write poetry any more?
Maybe it's because I've been writing with a keyboard. Am I so used to writing in soundbites that I can't write 20 (disjointed, incomplete) lines of prose? Maybe I need to find my connection with the pen again, among other things.
Don't worry, if it's worth it, I'll post it.
It doesn't help that my "current music" is listening to my mom blab on the phone 1.5 feet from me.
Today the weather was GREAT. Smokey grey and overcast sky...gentle rain all day. (Except for the storm.) Call me crazy, but I love weather like that - thoughtful, stimulating. I live for it. Other people might call it dreary, but not me.
"My time of day...is the grey part of the day..." (Okay, that's not really how the song goes, heh.)
I wonder why rain makes me so happy. Is it because bright blues skies were more likely to come with fists in my childhood home? Does it suit my inner introspective nature, curled up with a book or writing pad? Speaking of writing pads, why can I not seem to write poetry any more?
Maybe it's because I've been writing with a keyboard. Am I so used to writing in soundbites that I can't write 20 (disjointed, incomplete) lines of prose? Maybe I need to find my connection with the pen again, among other things.
Don't worry, if it's worth it, I'll post it.
Random funny
Jul. 8th, 2002 11:04 pmI accidentally ran into ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chaudfeu's journal while looking back through old r_r reviews, but no matter - I found this little gem, apparently a quote from a friend of hers.
"And I have this ingrained avoidance of checking e-mail because I had AOL for so long and I'm used to not having any "real" mail; only chain letters, porn, miracle diets, and ways to make my penis larger (I wish that they would at least not send those things to people whose gender is listed as "female"...I DON'T WANT and CANNOT EVER OBTAIN wider girth...)."
*howls*
chaudfeu's journal while looking back through old r_r reviews, but no matter - I found this little gem, apparently a quote from a friend of hers."And I have this ingrained avoidance of checking e-mail because I had AOL for so long and I'm used to not having any "real" mail; only chain letters, porn, miracle diets, and ways to make my penis larger (I wish that they would at least not send those things to people whose gender is listed as "female"...I DON'T WANT and CANNOT EVER OBTAIN wider girth...)."
*howls*