I made tea and had dinner then I put sugar in the tea and took it outside into the rain. The raindrops dripped into the tea cup and I looked up and noticed the rainbow was gone again. The sky was pink beyond the vineyard and it would be dark in an hour.
WHENEVER I'M SITTING IN A CAR moving along a smooth highway I imagine there is no floor to the car and I can see the lines of the highway whizzing by underneath me. I always wonder what it would be like to have to wear rollerblades through this imaginary hole in the car and how scary it would be to sit down in a car wearing rollerblades at over sixty miles an hour. I think about the cleanliness of the highway because at these speeds one insignificant pebble could twist your foot off at the ankle inside the rollerblade. I imagine that everyone except the driver would wear rollerblades through the bottom of the car as a sign of solidarity and they would constantly be looking at each other and winking. The more eye contact you made with the other passengers, the more respect you would earn from the driver. At some point, maybe when the driver has to fill up on gas, you would have to switch out your rollerblade wheels, because rollerblades weren't designed for the high speeds of highway travel, and they would probably wear down very quickly.
The thing I hate most about the beach is the dust the sand leaves on your feet when you walk through the dry stuff before the exit. Your feet are dried out from the saltwater and by the time you're ready to put on footwear your feet feel like sandpaper and they're all sensitive and you can feel every corner of your foot scrape and scratch. The worst is if you have a toenail that is too long or sharp and you put on socks or shoes without socks on and it snags on some rogue piece of material and your nail is so dry that it might crack from the snag.
Because the walk to wherever from the beach is always unpleasant. Sometimes you forgo footwear altogether to avoid the shoe and sock ritual but then you're dealing with the biggest rocks from the beach scattered around on asphalt and it's like you've just walked through someone's game of marbles barefoot. You can't not look like a total idiot walking to the car holding your footwear tiptoeing over hot asphalt from the beach. And I'm always trying to look my best.
I think Leonardo DiCaprio looks really cool and I like how he isn't in the tabloids all the time.
IT'S DARK and good thing we got away to the beach because it was overcast here all day.
The highways in France are very clean and smooth because it costs eight Euros to drive 40 miles on them. If we had that kind of commie bullshit in America shit would get crazy and the Tea Party would start to fuck shit up and armed militias would start patrolling the highways. The militias would be sad when they had to do road maintenance and then they would hire illegal immigrants but then they would be all conflicted and some liberal, Jew-run news organization would pick up the story and plaster it all over GMA and MTV news and shit.
There we a lot of bugs and snails out today on my walk through the vineyards and I was so inspired by the snails that I used 'snails' as the thing I was thinking of in a game of 20 questions later in the day. No one got it correct but they made it to 'turtle' and I gave them a crazy hint by saying that that was "very close!" but they still didn't get it in the end.
Words I can never spell correctly vol. 1: Restaurant, Disappointed and Thigh. ...leads to some of my most misspelled run-on sentences.
Nothing's happening other than I'm in Cambodia and I got a little homesick for jogging today.
ALONE
So. Many. Babies. At. Lunch.
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