2005-03-10 || 11:32 p.m.
|| shaka brahs all around. ||
(like i was saying)
i would like to thank michael for not answering his phone when i called him, the odd warm weather we're having for inviting me outside just now to sit on the porch, the unusual quiet of our usual chaotic loudmouth speed-bump-busting street for allowing me the peace to think, sitka the dog next door for rooting around in the bushes and clinking his dog tag in a somehow very endearing inspirational way, and my amazing brilliant brain for putting all the puzzle pieces together and delivering a righteous climax and ending for this damn novel. twenty days til the due date and i was getting a bit worried, having written and written and skipping over the bit where it actually comes together.
i would whisper the key words here but don't want to wreck it.
but i say. it was like staring at a jigsaw puzzle for eighty days and eighty nights and suddenly witnessing the pieces buzzing and coming together most supernaturally to reveal a picture of ABSOLUTE AWESOMENESSSSSS. a hippo dressed like the queen mum in a barrel over the niagara falls being chased by a liger*. or this:
that awesome. (would very much like to discuss this picture. 1.why do ligers always get caught up with these kinds of people? 2. wrestling pants tucked into boots. 3. nicholas cage hiding out at the ren faire.)
awe.some.ness.
oh. i am going to do a cartwheel right now.
*tonight brian found a picture of a liger on the internet, and there was much gasping and incredulosity. oh my god, they are so big. ridiculously epically big. and apparently the tigon counterpart is real small**. the whimsy of nature. so funny! ask brian to show you the picture.
**according to brian, who happens to be the smartest man in the world/on bancroft way.
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