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Well, here we are again.
It’s always such a pleasure.
Remember when you tried to kill me twice?
Portal reference. And we’ve never even played Portal. Or Portal 2.
So what? The songs are funny. GLaDOS a is a great comic talent in the making, I’m telling you. Anyway, on with the questions: what book did you last read?
Landline, by Rainbow Rowell. I enjoyed it very much. Coincidentally, last time we did this I had just read Fangirl by the same author.
Yes, I know. And what book are you reading right now?
I’m slowly making my way through Huntress by Malinda Lo, which I bought and tried (but failed) to read a year or two back.
I kinda remember that, but not really. What did you have for lunch?
You realise that you know this too, right?
Shush. Answer the question.
I had…smoked salmon and cream cheese on some bread we made in our snazzy (snazzy?) new bread maker. I usually have Philadelphia cream cheese, but we were shopping in M&S and they didn’t have anyway, so we had M&S own brand. I personally prefer Philadelphia.
Also, the Philadelphia packaging is nicer.
Look, now it’s me who’s telling you off.
Whatever, darling. Any new turns of phrase we should know about ourself?
I’m really sorry, but I’ve somehow started to say ‘jeez’. I blame my friend. Also, ‘snazzy’, which I think I actually said earlier. I’m not sure where I got that from.
Well, obviously. We’re the same person.
Shush-shushy-shush. Seriously. What colour best describes your mood right now.
Beigey-grey, I think. Kind of like an olive. Or maybe more like the leaves on an olive tree. But toned down, and kind of sad. Altogether, a meh colour.
A meh colour?
Naturally. Meh is a great adjective. ‘Well, meh’ is basically my comeback for everything that I can’t come up with a witty comeback for. Which is, essentially, everything.
Yeahhh. We’re not that great at comebacks.
I agree. Also, this I/we thing is annoying me again.
At least we haven’t got into the talking-about-ourselves-in-the-third-person yet.
I feel like this is sort of dissolving again, okay?
Yeah, I think I’m with you on that one. Bye.
You may or may not have noticed, but I’ve just changed back to my old theme, San Kloud, after briefly trying out Hexa. I will be reverting it to the old colours as well, but that’s harder on a tablet (which is what I’m writing on now) so you won’t see that for another couple of days.
The main reason I changed it back was that I don’t like sans serif fonts very much. I have a…thing about fonts, and I especially don’t like sans serif ones. Like Calibri, for instance. Or Comic Sans, which is the worst. I’m even writing in one now, on the reader. I’d better go and change it to ‘text’ view. (ah, that’s better)
See, now I’ve gone on a rant thing, although it could have been worse. Oh well.
Okay, so I know that I’ve just been on a two week holiday, but I’m going off to the Port Eliot festival in Cornwall with my friend for the weekend (26th & 27th July), so again I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to do in relation to blogging.
I hope you’re all having a great summer (or winter)! ARGH I can’t believe it’s almost August!
the sky is orange;
wait, no, peach,
ripe and soft and blushing red peach,
swirls of yoghurt clouds across its skin.
an invisible mouth (god?) bites into it
at first, then
quicker and quicker and quicker until it’s slicing down like dazzling diamond earrings.
the juice collects on the
into the drain.
I quite like my hands.
They’re small, and my friends always say they’re cute when we compare hand sizes. I like that.
My fingernails grow long and fast and straight, unlike my toenails, which grow inwards for some reason. I especially like it when I paint them.
The backs of my hands are covered in criss-crossing lines. If you leave an inkpen resting on them for long enough, the ink seeps out through the lines and creates a web of blue.
You can see those lines of my knuckles too, when I make a fist and they go white.
There are lines on the bends in my fingers and on the inside of my hand. If I cup my hand slightly then the skin on the inside just below my fingers bunches up and feels like the pads on a cat’s paw.
I have little freckle-like dots on the first section of my fingers.
All in all, I quite like my hands.
Imagine this scene in a movie: the main character has just experienced a terrible loss or event. They feel like they have nothing left to live for; they feel numb. As they are sitting on the train to get back home, they’re listening to music and leaning against something beside them, maybe a window or a sheet of glass. You can still hear the noises in the background, but they’re fuzzy. The camera focuses on the main character. The music that has previously only been in the background grows drowns out everything else as a tear slips down their face.
This is the song that is playing.
Or maybe this one.