|
|
05.07.2006 - 11:27 Crap. I missed you. And, of course, I missed fireworks for the fourth year in a row. This weekend at work has been miserable. At first, I thought I didn't mind missing the totemistic representation of cannon fire and arsons of the homes of british sympathizers, but, infact, I do. I did. I wanted to be out having a barbecue and drinking and getting sunburned and watching both fireworks shows from Noel's porch out in Alki and seeing the lightning storm at the same time - which apparently happened, and was apparently really fucking cool. I took the bus home as the last of the fireworks were being lit off in the skies. When I opened the front door I kept hearing what, on a normal night, I would assume was gunfire, but around July I know better. This sound rattled until three in the morning. And the only thing that I could think of that made me feel better about all of it was something very touching and sweet and tear-inducing, but this is my journal and that's not really the place for that kind of thing; my readership (my parole officer) expects something different and flashy and, by god, I'll give it to them right now: [I need to take a monstrous shit right now.] Happy Fireworks Day. Yesterday, that is. Or...that was. I don't know.
|
