splitter splatter what's the matter.
it's raining outside, or rather, spitting sporadically. and that is the kind of alliterative nonsense that i am digging today. it would seem natural that this kind of weather would breed clarity - all the drops splashing down should wash away any confusions and/or muddled things, right? but instead, it seems to just be swooshing it all around into a vast puddle of huh's and why's and hmmms and how on earth did i suddenly arrive here?
of course, uncertainty is kind of rad, isn't it? it's the kind of thing that gets motivational coaches all hot and bothered, as they pump their fists and preach excitedly about "getting out of your comfort zone!!!" and "embracing new things!!" and though i wouldn't necessarily use those cliches, i get it.
it's time to run out into the rain, without an umbrella, rihanna be damned.
after all, nothing is really cut and dry.
****and i am certainly not, after returning from the beer store in a torrential downpour. funny how a small drizzle can turn into a monsoon in minutes. and i, carrying two six packs in hand, splashed home, getting soggier by the second. it was a gleeful journey at first -- there's something liberating about just sucking it up and letting yourself get soaked. when the cardboard lowenbrau/stella combination started to sag, well, then i was in trouble. but quick thinking (and determination to save what i will later be drinking) abled me to make it through that. oh, but what a sight i was. blue dress bedraggled, hair shower-fresh, drooping beer cases in hand -- so beautiful was i that people were slowing their cars down to get a closer look.
anyhow, guess i got what i was proclaiming earlier. except the rihanna part. after all, who am i to damn such a pretty ditty?
it's raining outside, or rather, spitting sporadically. and that is the kind of alliterative nonsense that i am digging today. it would seem natural that this kind of weather would breed clarity - all the drops splashing down should wash away any confusions and/or muddled things, right? but instead, it seems to just be swooshing it all around into a vast puddle of huh's and why's and hmmms and how on earth did i suddenly arrive here?
of course, uncertainty is kind of rad, isn't it? it's the kind of thing that gets motivational coaches all hot and bothered, as they pump their fists and preach excitedly about "getting out of your comfort zone!!!" and "embracing new things!!" and though i wouldn't necessarily use those cliches, i get it.
it's time to run out into the rain, without an umbrella, rihanna be damned.
after all, nothing is really cut and dry.
****and i am certainly not, after returning from the beer store in a torrential downpour. funny how a small drizzle can turn into a monsoon in minutes. and i, carrying two six packs in hand, splashed home, getting soggier by the second. it was a gleeful journey at first -- there's something liberating about just sucking it up and letting yourself get soaked. when the cardboard lowenbrau/stella combination started to sag, well, then i was in trouble. but quick thinking (and determination to save what i will later be drinking) abled me to make it through that. oh, but what a sight i was. blue dress bedraggled, hair shower-fresh, drooping beer cases in hand -- so beautiful was i that people were slowing their cars down to get a closer look.
anyhow, guess i got what i was proclaiming earlier. except the rihanna part. after all, who am i to damn such a pretty ditty?
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