All the omens are positive. This is the right time to make changes, to work hard, to make a striking statement against the sky, to be that damn nymph on fire. Yes. I will (skip, stutter) i will be. I will (skip, stutter) i will be transcendent.i will be.
(skip, stutter)
translucent
(the premature archaeologists tip their heads and ask if they just heard that)
triumphant
I am
there's a bathroom in the gas station and i've locked myself in it to think.Went to Dilettante tonight with Meg for ice cream and conversation. I had the most amazing sundae in the whole world. it had a bonbon on top. YUM. i'm trying to treat everyone one last time before the months of abstention, and tonight was part of that.
The feeling is one of curiously leashed power. It's like sitting astride a horse that you know has it in its head to be capricious but who at the moment is standing quietly, just thinking about acting up. thinking very quietly. very, very quietly.
Strange thing I was thinking about today: i've been told recently that i seem to be good with dogs. It's odd, because though I can talk a cat into doing almost anything, given enough time, I've never had quite the same luck with dogs. But dogs now seem to like me, and want to do what I tell them to.Flick back to the past: road trip with my family. i was maybe 10, i think this was the Vancouver trip. We stopped at the farm of some friends on my mom's in Idaho. They had a dog, I was cautioned not to put my face down near theirs. But the dogs loved me, fell all over me, had huge doggy grins on their faces when i petted them. Their owner said, "That's interesting, they've never reacted that way to someone they don't know."
and later, playing out by the corn cribs, listening to the lonely peeping of the nighthawks wheeling above, the dogs came and got me. It was dusk, and i was not to be playing out where nobody could see me by myself. They bumped me with their heads, danced off a ways, making doggy 'follow-me' body language. I never questioned that they'd come to bring me inside for the night; it was implicit in their furry doggy minds.
Weird. Maybe dogs do like me.
Going away to Norwescon and leaving my roommate to hold down the fort. See y'all monday!
imagine you're a girl just trying to come clean
knowing all along they'd prefer you dirty and smiling—not a pretty girl, ani difranco
outside: nice, but cold
doing: packing for Norwescon
to do: more baths!
words: Fire in the Mist, Holly Lisle
heavy rotation: Not a Pretty Girl, Ani DiFranco
link: The Cavern of Tiamat
energy level (out of ten): 4
dream: she is staring at me. I ask, "what?" she says, "your hair is snakes."
