Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Cold toes


I really really love the rain. I love the look of it, the color of it, the smell of it even when you're drying off. So it's not that it makes me melancholy, and that's why I've been writing down all these stories about past kisses in parking lots and being sort of mean about it. It's just that the rain makes me hard and soft at the same time. So in fact the rain is making me very happy.

It's like being in a French movie all the time, only without being super attractive. Or good at being awkward. Or a butcher. Or a bicyclist with a secret past. Mostly the first two.

(oh! Or being a retired race horse.)

4 comments:

  1. "It's like being in a French movie all the time, only without being super attractive. Or good at being awkward. Or a butcher. Or a bicyclist with a secret past. Mostly the first two."

    hee hee

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  2. I think my new career goal is to be a retired race horse in Provence.

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  3. Not to be argumentative, but -- having only seen your little thumbnail pictures, of course, but still -- I think you are plenty attractive enough to be in a French movie. (The real question is, do you look good wet? Because if you're going to be filmed out in the rain all the time, you really have to be able to look good wet. And wear lipstick that shows up unscathed and stark against the grey skies.)

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  4. I don't wear lipstick,mostly.
    C'est la douleur de mon existence, la pâleur Stark d'une lèvre nu.

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