when i too long have looked upon your face,
wherein for me a brightness unobscured
save by the mists of brightness has its place,
and terrible beauty not to be endured,
i turn away reluctant from your light,
and stand irresolute, a mind undone,
a silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
from having looked too long upon the sun.
then is my daily life a narrow room
in which a little while, uncertainly,
surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
among familiar things grown strange to me
making my way, i pause, and feel, and hark,
till i become accustomed to the dark.
go ahead and strike, you whiny bitches. you lost me last time, so all i can now do is roll my eyes. but you’re going to lose a lot more people with this one. i was a die hard dodgers fan thru thick and thin, good seasons and rotten. even when i lived in atlanta, and the braves were winning. no more. and the people who are still fans like i was, they’re the ones you’re hurting. and they won’t come back to you. fuck major league.
but i swear this: if scabs cross the picket line to play, i will go to every twins game played by them. please break the strike and play scab, someone.
jimmy fallon is too adorable. like a cute, cuddly, fuckable elf.
there must be some sort of law against having zits and wrinkles at the same time…
yep. sweaty, lightly sunburned, funky, toes blistered, and filled with cheese curds and cold honeyweiss. i love the fair. they only had two really super rides, but i went on both of them. the gravitron and the vertical octopus. i got a business card from a guy who sounds like he can finish my hardwood floors and got snuggled by a quarter horse who loved having his ears scratched. there was a miniature pony foal in the maternity barn that was so tiny, i swear i could’ve snuck him out in a shopping bag, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep when i scratched his nose. i bought two pewter faeries and another bonsai, which was calling to me. yes i bought a bonsai at the fair. shut up. it was nice to get some information on bonsai care from someone who can identify snow by sight. and i always have to hit the rural pet stand for goodies for goliath. i got him a good seatbelt for the car and a pork femur and a new tag and some jinglebells. good stuff. and i was home by 3pm because i went early and took the shuttle and didn’t have to fight with traffic. yay me.
camper van beethoven - tania.mp3 (you missed it)
oh, my beloved revolutionary sweetheart
i can see your newsprint face
turn yellow in the gutter
laughs for the day:
1. ten reasons to go to work naked
2. the tampon joke
thank you. it’s really not that often that i find two good laughs in a day. that is all.
woohoo! i’m going to the fair tomorrow. yay! day off!
and on a completely separate note, someone is cruisin’ for a bruisin’. and i don’t mean the person who searched for “serial+killer+redheads.” or maybe i do…