Saturday, November 7, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
happy halloween, douchebags
And now we're going back a few days, but all I'm going to say is just you effing wait until I find a computer that will let me stick my card in its slot. Because BOY HAVE I GOT SOME AWESOME PICTURES TO SHOW YOU. Think Grid Iron and sex-shop costumes, lit pumpkins and fluorescent words against a tie-dye sky, and Disney-Lego-Banana Split dreams. It was the all-American experience that one may expect to have in Orlando, Florida, and it was BRILLIANT. And then if you're lucky, I'll go further back in time and also post wonderful pictures of more trees and mountains, J.K. Rowling's thinking chair, lakes and waterfalls, bottles of whisky, stone beaches and maybe some pastel yachts. I'm currently in New York and I have intentions of getting this blog up to date soon, but honestly, it's just so awesome here, with so many things I want to do, that I may not opt to plant myself in front of the page (at a cost of $10/hour... or thereabouts) and click through the ridiculous thousands of pictures that I've snapped. So. Until next time... ex oh, ex oh.
the things i've lost - in no particular order because i've also lost any sense of chronology
1. Towel. Actually. Two towels.
2. Umbrella. It served a solid for purpose for 15 minutes. Then it didn't, because I was inside getting coffee and the umbrella was somewhere getting gone.
3. Make-up. All of it. Clinique. I could have listed each individual item, but that would have been tedious for you, the reader. Please pay me sympathy. I now have to look like a paled cabbage leaf.
4. Tweezers. These are listed separately to the general make-up loss because their disappearance was a separate instance and one, in fact, that I remember quite clearly. Outside of my window the Swiss mountains in the distance were putting on their snow caps and getting ready for what was going to be a very clear day. The sun was shining. This was different to the previous day. Inside of my window I was hitting my snooze button and avoiding the first lunge into what was going to be a very hungover day. The phone vibrated and I slapped my arm about, out of the covers, into the centrally-heated air, and across the bedside table. The phone stopped, something fell onto the ground - clink - and I made a mental note to pick whatever it was up later. But like the mountains whose snow caps sometimes become one with the clouds and thus invisible, so too did my note form just a fleeting, useless moment in my sleep and disappear in the waking hour. What? The point? They were really good tweezers.
5. Inability, to a pretty satisfactory extent, to not sweat the small stuff. (and it's all small stuff). I include this because I wish to express that I am not solely focused on material possessions, but I also hesitate because I believe that this loss is actually, really, when you think about it, a gain. For me personally. Maybe not for you.
6. Social awkwardness. In general. A little bit. At least. It helps when you suddenly have an accent and are automatically endearing.
7. Boot straps. Only one got lost along the way one fun night as I ambled about, but given that you can't go around with one strapped boot and one unstrapped boot, I had to discard the remaining one. Is that what they do with twins?
8. I'm sure there is more, but I'm certain that by now I've lost track.
2. Umbrella. It served a solid for purpose for 15 minutes. Then it didn't, because I was inside getting coffee and the umbrella was somewhere getting gone.
3. Make-up. All of it. Clinique. I could have listed each individual item, but that would have been tedious for you, the reader. Please pay me sympathy. I now have to look like a paled cabbage leaf.
4. Tweezers. These are listed separately to the general make-up loss because their disappearance was a separate instance and one, in fact, that I remember quite clearly. Outside of my window the Swiss mountains in the distance were putting on their snow caps and getting ready for what was going to be a very clear day. The sun was shining. This was different to the previous day. Inside of my window I was hitting my snooze button and avoiding the first lunge into what was going to be a very hungover day. The phone vibrated and I slapped my arm about, out of the covers, into the centrally-heated air, and across the bedside table. The phone stopped, something fell onto the ground - clink - and I made a mental note to pick whatever it was up later. But like the mountains whose snow caps sometimes become one with the clouds and thus invisible, so too did my note form just a fleeting, useless moment in my sleep and disappear in the waking hour. What? The point? They were really good tweezers.
5. Inability, to a pretty satisfactory extent, to not sweat the small stuff. (and it's all small stuff). I include this because I wish to express that I am not solely focused on material possessions, but I also hesitate because I believe that this loss is actually, really, when you think about it, a gain. For me personally. Maybe not for you.
6. Social awkwardness. In general. A little bit. At least. It helps when you suddenly have an accent and are automatically endearing.
7. Boot straps. Only one got lost along the way one fun night as I ambled about, but given that you can't go around with one strapped boot and one unstrapped boot, I had to discard the remaining one. Is that what they do with twins?
8. I'm sure there is more, but I'm certain that by now I've lost track.
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