does it get any better than summer thunderstorms? just when you think that you will not survive�the heat and the sun beating down on unforgiving asphalt, all of the pent-up energy explodes and rips open the sky. what a magnficent release! the pressure subsides with each tiny pebble of rain, soothing and calming… the ultimate lullaby.
if only the clouds would stay long enough to sing me to sleep!
so, the weekend, the weekend. with 2 seths in town, it was definitely a blast if a bit confusing. you can never have too much seth, really. on friday we (the seths, jesse g. and my hi-larious friend randy from high school) went to my boss, eric’s “puerto rico” party– he just got back from p.r. and brought mucho bacardi with him. jesse g. and i attempted to break open�a coconut, and i felt very primitive and silly (this could have also been the rum). apparently we did a pretty crappy job though, cos the damn thing kept leaking when i tried to put my drink in it. at least i had a little tropical umbrella and also a lei! (don’t ask me about my lei jokes. oh sweet mother).
i went to the rents’ place and spent the nite on saturday. honestly, my mum and dad are so cool, even if they DID want to go to freaking TOMBALL. sigh. at least i found 2 dance cards, which definitely made the afternoon more than tolerable. one of the dance cards is from a military ball in 1915- alas, it was never used! i wonder if she was a wallflower?
a weird thing yesterday- i found out that this girl i knew in junior high/high school was murdered a few days ago with her boyfriend in my neighborhood! it was so strange to see her photo in the paper under a “brutal slaying” headline. oh man… i don’t really know what to say about that. i remember she had this cool gravely voice that i always envied, and wore black eyeliner that i thought i could never get away with (thankfully i’ve realized i can, on *some* days). apparently she was pregnant when she was shot. her obituary talked about how she hated creek (our high school) and the last line said: “don’t wear black.”
don’t wear black.

















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