Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

On the way to work

Honor of America Plastic bags in a tutu, she danced sitting down beneath the overhang; her honor cloth, an American flag. It rained last night. I listened to the lightening from my fluffy red couch immersed in warm blankets. The air conditioner running at 73. I discussed the addition of a new television Fourty two [...]

Behave or BEGONE!

Behave or BEGONE! Nothing pisses me off more than sitting down to a nice meal at a restaurant to the sound of screaming children. The same can be said for kids kicking my seat throughout a movie. Or children that think it’s their right (with the backing of their trollish-bow-wearing mother) to mock my bad [...]

It’s hump day

I’ve reached that kind of tired. Our smooshy bed is due to arrive tomorrow, and Julie is going to be kind enough to make sure they deliver it to the right casa. Someone is coming to look at the evil dryer tomorrow. Our sink is leaking. I need firewood. I need to sleep less, dig [...]

Tuesday’s Monday

As Wilma passed, she left behind tender fall air. Suck on that, Summer! Neither of us went to work. Honestly, I didn’t feel safe driving in Tropical Storm force winds. I also had to finish reading Wuthering Heights and I found the rushed tap of rain on the windows singularly relaxing. There’s nothing better than [...]

The Gazeebo is Toast

We couldn’t save it. It’s been sacrifices to the hurricane gods. But they’ve left our cars alone, so that’s something. For the record – the rain is fucking COLD! More later, after breakfast.

One year ago today….

We prepared for the unkown. After the power went out at 9:30, I spent the evening huddled in the hallway with the creatures. A storm blew furiously. I felt the ground rumble as great oaks fell. I listened with great fear to the wind tearing my neighborhood apart. Darkness fell. It fell hard. And just [...]

Hurricane Dennis

I find it quite amusing in a sick way that there is a hurricane named after the infamous ex. I won’t get into the history of my relationship with him, because it was sick, co-dependant, and hinged on dominance and drugs. But I find it strangely appropriate that his namesake threatens my current happiness. I’ll [...]

And so it begins

His name is Adrian

During Jeanne

Written During the Storm

Again a Storm Comes

And I realize how weary I am of this madness.

Gray Skies/Interview

I wish it would rain so the ferns could wake up. I absolutly love the ferns that grow on all the trees near our house. It’s like the trees are wearing a beautiful shawl, draped in a deeper shade of green. It’s gray outside. The weather is slightly cool. It’s a good day to work [...]

To No One In Particular

It’s not that I’m disgusted, but I am. I used to be there; loving the corner of the room because the shadows understood. Yes, I’m being melodramatic. But there is as much conversation with the chair that you molested as there is with the person in front of you in the same condition. I want [...]

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