More musings

Happy five weeks until my birthday! :)
Yesterday, in my x number of miles walk, I stubbed my toe really badly. I feel very sorry for all you people not fortunate to be able to wander barefoot around Ojai for hours and hours running into hundreds of people you know. So it really hurts. And my feet really hurt because I danced on carpet at TAC from 8 something till 3:30. And my tummy hurts, especially after I almost killed myself by inhaling a piece of carrot today and not being able to cough from all the pain in my stomach.
I have to get off now, but it's been nice seeing you all!

Sweet Revenge

I figured it was time Rabs and I got even.

Valentine's Day

Valentine
By Carol Anne Duffy

Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute car or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.

Random Musings of a Drunken Me

Why is it that February always seems like an unlucky month to me? I'm not really sure... But, unlucky or not, Happy February! I guess it's spring or whatever because Punxsutawney Phil neglected to see his shadow. It's felt like spring here for about a month at least. It's really nice.
The Colts won the Super Bowl, in case any of you Football hating monkeys hadn't noticed. Woo-hoo!
I decided that February is officially not the month to be born in. I know at least twice as many people born in January as February. The only important birthdays that I can remember are Andrew on the 11th, Kidu the 12th, Thomas the 21st, and Mrs. Curtis the 24th. Oh, and Kodi on the 19th.
Man, I'm way too tired to make anything seem even remotely witty or intelligent... This was a really bad idea.
To those of you who are string players and/or who care: I'm trying out a bunch of bows from Shar that should get here in a few days. It's really exciting. I despise my bow with a passion undefiled. So that's really exciting. Go music!
On another note, keep up the prayers for Sean. He was going to get out of the hospital on Sunday, but then his white blood cell count doubled overnight, so they told him Tuesday if his white count went back down. Which it did until this morning. It's pretty sad. He's doing really well, he's just sick of the hospital. I HATE HOSPITALS!!!!
Okay, whew. Ouch. Anyone know of a really good masseuse in Ojai? I didn't think so... Poor me.
Viola practicing awaits. Good night.
P.S. Radiohead rocks!