british summer is here.
[rain pouring] [thunder rumbling] [car horn blaring]
“go on. wheyyyyyyy!! Oh no.”
[in distance: “YOU IDIOT”, uproarious laughter]
“why would you go through that. what are you doing. ahhh no, he’s actually floating!”
“well of course he is. what a fucking bellend!”
“what a knobhead!”
“fucking hell.”
Tag: rain
It’s raining hard and there’s lightning and thunder, and I just went out on the porch in the cool, wet air. Which means I now have the rather strong, very specific urge to go to a deep body of water, preferably an ocean, and jump in facefirst in order to dive to the bottom.
I don’t know why this happens. It’s a specific urge, and not at all intellectual. I mean, I sure wouldn’t mind being able to do that, but it’s not a conscious want.
I wish I could oblige it.
Also, there was a fuzzy little adolescent raccoon hiding beside the porch, and I scared the fuzzy little pants off him. I wish raccoons weren’t so feisty, they look so soft and I’d love to touch one.