September 27, 2004
spores are rocking my world
Yes, my darlings, you read correctly. The spores are my friends, they're blowing in the wind.
I went to our storage garage today to try to find a book. I found a lot of books, but not the one I wanted.
I also found OLD YEARBOOKS. I've been wanting to get rid of them, but I feel like I'm not allowed to, somehow. All those signatures I got. Proof that I was nerdy and cool, in my way. My brother sent me a little note in the senior supplement so that I'd feel cooler than I already did. He sent such a nice note.
The fact remains, however, that they're yearbooks from high school. I haven't looked at them yet since then. Nope. Not even once. Yet I feel as if I'll let my classmates down if I abandon them to the recycling man.
Well! Get ready to be abandoned. I'm a rat and you're the sinking ship, my friends.
The books are growing mold. Oh yeah. It seems to cling to things we really really want or really don't care about at all. I brought home BE's Bob Dylan stuff and Hank Williams and The Band's Last Waltz. And what else grows mold? The East High Yearbook.
There are many people who are v. v. cool, but it's time to let go of that part of our past and just know the humans. Not their picture with big braces and messy hair. I'm not talking about anyone in particular, here.
Rockin'
What does not rock? Mosquito bites.
I took the dogs for a walk and Spring decided to take a major detour that had me walking up and down the path literally ten times. I could hear the skeeters in my ears when I stopped moving. It was only one spot that I was being visciously attacked, but as I walked through it and called, "SPRIIIIIIIING", I got bitten.
Do they really bite though? They kind of puncture and suck. Vampires seem to bite because they have a jaw. But a mosquito lacks a jaw. I think anyway.
I have a bite on my left paw. Two on my leg. Two on my forehead. Why would they go for that? There's not much blood in my brain let alone by forehead.
Idiots.
I guess the short story is this: spores can be good. A mosquito cannot be good. I challenge anyone to contradict that statement. And I honestly would like to have less animosity toward those buzzing, blood sucking, itchy anti-coagulant spitting, curly-nosed bastards.
So yeah, I've got an open mind. All suggestions will be considered and studied.
In the meantime, I hope the spores kill the mosquito.
