I got down the wrong side of the bed this morning. Been cranky and fedup. Bruised my hip and sprained my ankle due to hockey yesterday. Sigh. So i've been hobbling around. I'm changing subjects. From langlit to language. Journalism. Backup. Good Idea. So, whats your favourite torture implement? I like the iron maiden. don't ask me why, I just do. Random memory.. Tiptoeing over the sickly green tiles with yellow flowers, I'd peep my head round the side of the counter, past the clanking implements I wouldn't understand, up towards the smoky, steamy ceiling. All bathed in dim yellow light. No one was around. Run! The fridge handle felt cool to the touch. Its great green hulk blending right into the green floor. Swinging open. Cold. 3 years old, just reaching the bottom shelf for a red plastic bag...Inside, black salt rock crystals. Finding a piece urgently. One small enough to fit into my hand, to hold, to nibble on. Quick, shut the door before anyone comes in and hide behind the fridge. The static warmth, the salty fingers. Licking away at a black rock tasting of the sea. That was me. I used to get flogged if I was caught getting things out of my parents' fridge. :P Not much to say. Just a rotten day.
posted by: newbie (reply)
post date: 09.16.04 (9:00 am)
*watches u*
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 09.17.04 (12:06 am)
