Through Pen and Lens

I get to go home in the morning!  I am bouncing around this apartment like a fucking Bumble Ball. Remember me? What can I say? I have been cooped up like a chicken for days on end. Then I get a break, can go out, but the only place to go is to school (or WalMart or Ikea), carefully.  But wait! Only one day of school, because damnitalltohell, it frackin snows (or ices) over the whole area. Again! And the city shuts down. Again! So, no school. Fuck!!! (You'd think these North Texans would have snow plows to handle this shit! Or would at least have them in town since the Super Bowl was here in frackin February!) But who cares, cause  I get to go home in the morning!  (That was a song, for those who missed it the first time.) Back to the coast, like a sane person. So, I just wanted to get that off my chest, cause I get to see my peeps for a few days (Valentine's Day included, kinda). I have to be back here for class at 0930 Monday morning, but who cares!?!...

Oooh. Pudee. I used to love the snow. I used to love it so much I’d go to visit, just because. I’d bring it muscles to strain, extremities to freeze, asses to bust. Snow would remind me that I was flexible and quick on my feet and that I had a fabulous sense of humor. We’d frolic and kiss and hug for hours. I don’t know how it happened, but that’s all changed. Snow and I are no longer on speaking terms. Well, not friendly speaking terms, anyway. Here it is Friday afternoon, and I’ve been stuck in my apartment in Dallas since Monday night. All alone. With my hair in plats, me looking like Snoop about the head. You can almost hear the viola, can’t you? Not my door. Next day. I think they're stuck. Well, not completely alone. My trueblue friend MacBook has been here keeping me company. But MacBook’s been hyperemotional lately. We’ve shared a few laughs with Wanda Sykes and some tears on the beaches of the Atlantic and Pacific. We’ve even done the Cupid Shuffle a couple of ...