out of time
Jan. 24th, 2003 10:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thejunipertreeMy mind was full of such strange thoughts last night, I could barely contain them. Nothing bad, per se. Just bizarre little musings in my head about my life, recent past relationships, the differences between the then me and the now me, etc. Fun stuff, right? Right.
I suppose it's better when I stand outside on my smoke break and wonder how the fuck Iceman from the X-men comic/Spider Friends cartoon in the 80's coasted on ice to get where he was going. How does the ice fucking stay up? Why doesn't the shit melt? Could he go over the Atlantic Ocean like that?
I need sleep. And a lot of it. heh.
That bizarre little musing also reminded me of an ex-roommate, Demond. Mainly because this one time when he was stoned, he had started laughing at our other roommate, Tony of Destruction, and said, "He thinks he's motherfuckin' ICEMAN an' shit!"
This became a kind of catch phrase amongst the group of us for a time, said when we felt someone was playing the cool game. Or when we just wanted to torture Demond, which was always.
Leaving to drive my mother to chemotherapy in about ten minutes. Today, I don't have to stay there with her as my brother's driving up to meet her there. I drove her home from work on Tuesday and stayed home, thus missing half a day. Therefore, I decided his unemployed ass can take her to chemo today so I don't miss any more time at work.
I hear REM on someone's radio in my office. This is somehow intriguing. It half reminds me of high school, dancing in a playground in the middle of the night with someone's little tape recorder playing this song. And it half reminds me of Richard's father, in a pub with a guitar, leading a rowdy group of drunken rugby players at a bachelor party to sing this song.
I think I thought I saw you cry.
I suppose it's better when I stand outside on my smoke break and wonder how the fuck Iceman from the X-men comic/Spider Friends cartoon in the 80's coasted on ice to get where he was going. How does the ice fucking stay up? Why doesn't the shit melt? Could he go over the Atlantic Ocean like that?
I need sleep. And a lot of it. heh.
That bizarre little musing also reminded me of an ex-roommate, Demond. Mainly because this one time when he was stoned, he had started laughing at our other roommate, Tony of Destruction, and said, "He thinks he's motherfuckin' ICEMAN an' shit!"
This became a kind of catch phrase amongst the group of us for a time, said when we felt someone was playing the cool game. Or when we just wanted to torture Demond, which was always.
Leaving to drive my mother to chemotherapy in about ten minutes. Today, I don't have to stay there with her as my brother's driving up to meet her there. I drove her home from work on Tuesday and stayed home, thus missing half a day. Therefore, I decided his unemployed ass can take her to chemo today so I don't miss any more time at work.
I hear REM on someone's radio in my office. This is somehow intriguing. It half reminds me of high school, dancing in a playground in the middle of the night with someone's little tape recorder playing this song. And it half reminds me of Richard's father, in a pub with a guitar, leading a rowdy group of drunken rugby players at a bachelor party to sing this song.
I think I thought I saw you cry.
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Date: 2003-01-24 08:40 am (UTC)Haw haw! Bad consumer, not supposed to ask questions. It's 'quiet time' for you. (No sleeping.)
Seriously, where does the water for the ice come from? From thin air? Actually... I could see that being possible here in New Orleans, during the summer...
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Date: 2003-01-24 09:40 am (UTC)This boggles my poor wee head!
I think it's like a spider spinning silk.
Only it's a man. And he's shooting...ice.
From his hands.
err.
yeah. Ice!
Actually... I could see that being possible here in New Orleans, during the summer...
I know that feeling!
The one and only time I've been able to visit New Orleans was
in the last week of August. I thought I was going to /die./
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Date: 2003-01-25 10:25 pm (UTC)through the garden district where
i thought we truly were dead.
you, heather and i were standing
and sitting outside the locked
gates of that one cemetary when
we sent to boys to forage for drinks.
i lifted up my skirt and it felt
like a fiery dervish whirled out
and away. i could not believe
how the fucking heat was trapped there.
were you still at jenny's going away
party when it all went wrong?
when the absinthe won?
dood with the mask leapt up
thinking he was spider man and
grabbed a hold of the loft?
how it ripped apart and crashed
him to the floor?
those were the days.
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Date: 2003-01-27 08:40 am (UTC)through the garden district where
i thought we truly were dead.
I have never in my life cared so very little
for the my appearance as I did at that moment in time.
Jesus Christ, was it hot out!
were you still at jenny's going away
party when it all went wrong?
when the absinthe won?
dood with the mask leapt up
thinking he was spider man and
grabbed a hold of the loft?
how it ripped apart and crashed
him to the floor?
hahahahaha!
I'd forgotten about that!
I think I was there the first time he did it,
but not the time when it broke and crashed him to
the floor.
Also, I giggled verily mightily upon the phrase
"when the absinthe won".
HEE!
I need to make me some more of that.
Just minus the South West Philly wormwood. ^_^