Ok So I can't be arsed with titles, those one-liners that are cliché or moderately unfunny. I am the unoriginal prankster, you know it took several attempts to come up with a link that wasn't already in use. Haha maybe that should tell me something? Could be that I'm not alone, or more probably that I should just give up now right!?
It's been a weird and busy month or so. This month I have had 3 different ipods (there is a logical reason for this); I've been robbed and defrauded (on separate occaisions) gotten a year older without getting a year wiser. I bought a huge tent and finally booked my first holiday in about 3 years (woohooo), saw my best mate for the first time in ages; travelled for the equivalent of days which is somewhat of an achievement considering I work from home, went to see my folks; had a variety of power cuts, killed my work laptop, wanted to kill my boyfriend, and just about survived with a little sanity (debatable I know).
I should try and remember to breathe every now and then too, it could be useful.
In the last couple of months the weather has been more than changeable. July saw temperatures as high as 36 C along with some charming sunburn; whereas August is the wettest I have seen. For the past fortnight we have had a thunderstorm almost everyday. The last two weekends there has been widespread flooding throughout the town. For someone who doesn't believe in luck and fate I feel rather fortunate. I live on a flood plane but my part of town was hardly affected. My boyfriends retail park saw significant damage when several stores roof's collapsed under the weight of all the water. One store wont reopen for another six months and at his work, my boyfriend is replacing huge quantities of stock while the dehumidifers wring hundreds of gallons from the place.
It has certainly made me appreciate what I have. I sat there moaning that my dining room floor was soaked with water when not so long ago hurricane Katrina devoured countless homes across the Atlantic in America. All we had was a little excessive rain. It goes to show that he (and probably you) are right about me, I am selfish.
Today the sky is azure blue the way I feel my eyes should be when I think of you. A Blue and yellow helicopter is circling above, it's arc well within view of my office window. the air is warm but dry for the first time in weeks and everything feels alive. The plants look greener than before and seem to have grown inches if not feet in some instances. It's like someon has messed with the contrast on the remote. Did you see the white dove with the olive branch? Oh sorry that was just a story.
Spoke to my mum earlier, she seems fairly happy, she asks what's on my mind but how do you tell someone that it's them that your thinking about? I wish she would let me send her private, it's not normal for someone so young to struggle like she does but parents are the worst at being ill and just as bad at accepting help from their offspring. There was a lot of silence on the telephone, maybe it's developing another fault or maybe that's me?
Today I want to escape, to hide away in the hills somewhere picturesque, maybe with a log cabin, perhaps an open fire. Just the two of us away from all that drags us down and binds us. I think the escape would be perfect, just us and the constant tapping of the rain on the cabin windows creating simple music against the crackling fire and the scribble of my pen. My pen is no mightier than a sword and my words are rarely cutting but sometimes it's slow subtleties that hit home hardest.
Music I'm listening to right now is Taking Back Sunday, Louder Now. I'm not angry but it suits my feelings. It's capricious and violent but catchy with intenseley clever lyrics. Maybe I should get out more if that's what suits my mood?
I should attempt some work really.
Rachel
It's been a weird and busy month or so. This month I have had 3 different ipods (there is a logical reason for this); I've been robbed and defrauded (on separate occaisions) gotten a year older without getting a year wiser. I bought a huge tent and finally booked my first holiday in about 3 years (woohooo), saw my best mate for the first time in ages; travelled for the equivalent of days which is somewhat of an achievement considering I work from home, went to see my folks; had a variety of power cuts, killed my work laptop, wanted to kill my boyfriend, and just about survived with a little sanity (debatable I know).
I should try and remember to breathe every now and then too, it could be useful.
In the last couple of months the weather has been more than changeable. July saw temperatures as high as 36 C along with some charming sunburn; whereas August is the wettest I have seen. For the past fortnight we have had a thunderstorm almost everyday. The last two weekends there has been widespread flooding throughout the town. For someone who doesn't believe in luck and fate I feel rather fortunate. I live on a flood plane but my part of town was hardly affected. My boyfriends retail park saw significant damage when several stores roof's collapsed under the weight of all the water. One store wont reopen for another six months and at his work, my boyfriend is replacing huge quantities of stock while the dehumidifers wring hundreds of gallons from the place.
It has certainly made me appreciate what I have. I sat there moaning that my dining room floor was soaked with water when not so long ago hurricane Katrina devoured countless homes across the Atlantic in America. All we had was a little excessive rain. It goes to show that he (and probably you) are right about me, I am selfish.
Today the sky is azure blue the way I feel my eyes should be when I think of you. A Blue and yellow helicopter is circling above, it's arc well within view of my office window. the air is warm but dry for the first time in weeks and everything feels alive. The plants look greener than before and seem to have grown inches if not feet in some instances. It's like someon has messed with the contrast on the remote. Did you see the white dove with the olive branch? Oh sorry that was just a story.
Spoke to my mum earlier, she seems fairly happy, she asks what's on my mind but how do you tell someone that it's them that your thinking about? I wish she would let me send her private, it's not normal for someone so young to struggle like she does but parents are the worst at being ill and just as bad at accepting help from their offspring. There was a lot of silence on the telephone, maybe it's developing another fault or maybe that's me?
Today I want to escape, to hide away in the hills somewhere picturesque, maybe with a log cabin, perhaps an open fire. Just the two of us away from all that drags us down and binds us. I think the escape would be perfect, just us and the constant tapping of the rain on the cabin windows creating simple music against the crackling fire and the scribble of my pen. My pen is no mightier than a sword and my words are rarely cutting but sometimes it's slow subtleties that hit home hardest.
Music I'm listening to right now is Taking Back Sunday, Louder Now. I'm not angry but it suits my feelings. It's capricious and violent but catchy with intenseley clever lyrics. Maybe I should get out more if that's what suits my mood?
I should attempt some work really.
Rachel
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