I read this today, and it worried me. I remember (I and miss) the suddenness of Florida storms, how they erupt in a moment and either bathe the world in water or tear the houses down. The rains here are nothing short of gentle and kind. Misty and almost mysterious, they don’t assault the senses like Florida storms can. As a result, no one writes stories about the storms here, but there — well you guys keep your eyes out for those twisters. They scare the shit out of me.

I still read the news from Florida, especially Orlando. I’m keeping tabs on things, checking up, making sure the place hasn’t gone to pot since I left. It’s more than a little narcissistic to think that it would, but it was my home for a very long time, so I like to keep tabs on things. I realize that I owe a lot of people phone calls. Wait till after the 25th. I have a school deadline, so please just be patient.

I bought a new helmet for my bike today. The old one was perfect, except that it doesn’t fit on my head anymore. Why? My fucking hair. The front is almost down to my chin and the back is way beyond my shoulders now. I have big, thick, tangley hair, and it doesn’t sit well in a helment that was sized when I had no/short hair. Ahh, vanity.

Why do the maker’s of womens’ sport gear/clothing/equipment insist on using pink? I’m not 5, sucking on a lolipop, dragging around a doll. It drives me NUTS! I don’t want to wear pink. A lot of women I know don’t want to wear pink, so why does “women’s” automatically mean that there has to be some pink flower or stripe? Gah! It drives me mad! I’m a woman. I’ve got boobs and a chip on my shoulder about gender-specific colors. Can’t I just have some green or purple on something that fits me properly? Please?
*end snark*
Wait… also. Enough with the fucking flowes already!
*really…end of the snark*

And now back to my regularly scheduled homework.