Annah
Literally drove me up the wall. It's just face-rock, but I can climb three stories in the space of sixty seconds thanks to his annoying behavior. :)
She yanked her hair back in a ponytail and laced her fingers, cracking them.
"Now what?"
"Now I play with the systems. Those pieces of programming are kind of rare. We'll see what happens."
"He's swell."
She looked at me, askance. "SWELL?"
"Yeah, you know. Erudite, good company, fast on his feet. Can sing. Swell."
"So THAT'S how you define that?"
"YUp." I grinned.
Oh baby. My mother's reaction whenever I drag into the house with a scabbed, bloody knee. My boyfriend's reaction when I walk in in a pair of stiliettos. Connotation is an interesting thing. :)
Just passing through, kind of like Blanche DuBois. That's what he said he was doing, but he lied. I wouldn't call eight years a visit. I wouldn't call eight years something temporary at all.
Not what I would describe the conversation I just had as. We were all laughing so hard the tears were forming. Wine and a good heater on a cold night kept us warm and reminds me of why I am thankful for good friends.
Get ahead. Think ahead. A head taller. We seem so vertically focused in this culture, and pardon the pun, but isn't that wrongheaded? Foundations need love TOO!
I was just thinking, you know. It'd be nice to see that kind of sky flung out like a carpet again. Drink in the kind of air that demands a better function. And now that I know what to do with rocks and chalk (at least a little) I'd like to try that world for a truth.