Monday, June 30, 2008

I Can't Sit Long Enough to Write


The rain is making me crazy. I understand that we live in Paradise and in order for it to stay so beautiful and lush we must have the rain but I need a reprieve. Once, a long long time ago I was hit by a car, and when it rains it feels like my bones are filled with lead, lead that is made of bees, angry bees that sting and bite (okay, I know bees don't bite, but these are lead made biting bees) and weigh me down. It's rained everyday for a week. I want to snap at the raindrops like a nervous dog.
          

5 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Oh, baby. Well, you could always move to Arizona.
No. Wait. You can't. Sorry.

May said...

I already moved to Arizona. I need trees and trees need water and I need you. So! Florida it is.

Human Wrecking Ball said...

I was telling my wife today that I will have to move to the desert eventually.
My arthritis was acquired having fun destroying my body as a young skateboarder, but I feel the rain.
I wonder if people than can make a fist on cloudy days know how cool that is?

That Hank said...

My bum knee's been bumming all week, but at least it's just sore and stiff and not full of bees or ants or something.

May said...

Solidarity! Yeah, HWB, if you move to the desert, do not move to Phoenix. It is a dirty dirty city. We should form a gang of gimps and just hobble around town and moan and bump into people in our way. It will be much like a zombie gang except we won't actually eat people.
DTG- when my body parts are bumming I like to say they feel especially bummy, because that sounds almost like chummy and it seems like a good thing.