Nothing on TV
Nothing to read
I think I'll slit my wrists
And watch them bleed
Note: this is not a cry for help. Blood's good as a metaphor, ends up all over here and in my daily life. But then I have cultivated a vocabulary steeped in creepy. Today, I had a conversation about elephant vampires. What else could elephant garlic possibly be good for?
So yeah, strong moods to be had in my head lately, and their vicissitudes (waiting all week for that word) have left me wondering again about my sanity...I draw a pretty clear distinction betwixt my feelings and my actions, and while the former leave me concerned, I been real proud of the latter lately. Positively ninjiferous (as opposed to ninjiferrous, which would be like an iron ninja. Dave and I just came to this conclusion. Let that be one big pane in your window on my world) and while my pride at that has not been occluded, it isn't seeming to help with the angst. Well, what are you gonna do but blog about it, I suppose.
Notes from the party-a woman, now catheterized, dancing with an adorable baby in the moonlight, music and joy in the background and a baby-eating grin on her face. Truer and purer happiness I've not seen in a long time, and that will be my touchstone for the night. Also, there were so many people on my bedspread that it still smells like ass...and dog. Gotta do something about that. Lots of antiques showed up, and they get points for that. Lots of guest stars too, recurring characters not seen for several seasons. It was sweeps at my house, I guess, and my promos seem to have brought me a larger audience. I got called on my pretensions to godhood by a stranger...there's a reason they call them that. Good for her though. And while the boy had a rough night, he came out all right in the end, and that by the grace of no less than six of my friends. Benevolent and kind are the people I know, and that in itself makes my heart sing. Here's to us all, and the axis about which we rotate. Not you, Josh.
6 comments:
I love your subtle way of talking about everyone. I stole your blog address from Cara, hope you don't mind.
-Heidi
ohhhh a-ron.
let's hang out MORE
Now Aaron, I never said that I was the axis around which anyone rotates. I simply said that you may, in fact, not exist. I'm still waiting for proof to the contrary. Until you produce some irrefutable evidence that you are indeed real, you will remain, affectionately, 'Figment.' Other than that, great post. Oh, and I don't think you should hang out with anonymous until you know who he or she is.
elephant vampires. that's really good. produce humor has a small but rabidly loyal audience. or is it loyally rabid? can never remember.
We prefer the term priceless antiques.
-Mr. & Mrs. Random
truly, there was almost never a finer night in oregon that i know of. the joy was so thick i had to scrape it away from myself in the morning, saving what i could for breakfast the next day. good work, aaron.
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