real world intervenes
Nov. 18th, 2004 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flamingswordI don't document real world events here much. Important stuff that happened today gets put on the calendar in the kitchen. Well, some important events can't be documented, for the sake of not burning the fragile brains of roommates. They don't even *have* athletic sex. I guess I'll be able to start being a bit less inhibited in a week or so now that we're moving to lovely, haunted Carrollton.
I'm sick. Not miserably so, but still. Why do people think my voice is sexy when I'm sick? It's low and froggy and raspy. It grates on my nerves, and I live in here. It's one of many reasons I don't feel like being around people while sick.
I want to float away. I want for it to be June in West Virginia before it really gets warm, and to float in the creek by my grandmothers house. I want to be shaded by trees than knew me as a child, and be nibbled on by fishes that knew the taste of my family generations back. I miss stillness and the quiet, and the way those things never meant boredom.
I'm sick. Not miserably so, but still. Why do people think my voice is sexy when I'm sick? It's low and froggy and raspy. It grates on my nerves, and I live in here. It's one of many reasons I don't feel like being around people while sick.
I want to float away. I want for it to be June in West Virginia before it really gets warm, and to float in the creek by my grandmothers house. I want to be shaded by trees than knew me as a child, and be nibbled on by fishes that knew the taste of my family generations back. I miss stillness and the quiet, and the way those things never meant boredom.