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If you still read this....
I miss you.
(You probally think I'm not talking about you, but I am. I hope you are well.)
(You probally think I'm not talking about you, but I am. I hope you are well.)
Sometimes you just need it.
Yes that is a WonderWoman cape, and yes I have worn it here at work. Sometimes you just need it.. and because I can.
-MetalRose
4.28.2010
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2.03.2010
Geese!
For some dumb reason my texts aren't being sent to Blogger. :(
Here's a picture I took on the way home from work just after a ton of Geese lifted from the corn fields. Oddly enough, the majority of the geese were on the right side of my car and therefore missed their photo opp.
-MetalRose
Here's a picture I took on the way home from work just after a ton of Geese lifted from the corn fields. Oddly enough, the majority of the geese were on the right side of my car and therefore missed their photo opp.
-MetalRose
1.20.2010
1.18.2010
Any one else narrate their lives?
Does any one else narrate their own mornings like a book?
Example, this morning:
The alarm clock woke her at 5:15 am. Her unwashed hair hung in strings around her shoulders. Smoke or shower first she thought? The urge to urinate took over first. Then she went out for a smoke, remembering to turn off the motion light on the front porch first.
She walked back into the darkened house, through the living room, dining room, kitchen and into the small bathroom. She preferred to use that one at least for the first three or four washes after her hair has been freshly Manic Panic-d. That way she didn't have to bleach the upstairs tub more than needed.
She looked in the mirror and took a pick and separated her orange hair from the red hair. Sure it was a pain, but it made the colors last longer, although she kept thinking that the Electric Orange needed to be redone as it it was blending with the Vampire red too much.
After her shower she ran to the basement to get her jeans and hoodie out of the dryer. She half expected to see a ghoul standing there waiting to scare her. Her basement was built in the late 1800's. The original stonework patched together with cement to hold the base of the house together. The cobwebs were an on going battle.
She raced up the stairs as to not be late, the weather was bad and since she was working swing shift, she couldn't call out for the day.
Turning on the news for the traffic reports, she put her underwear and socks on, then her jeans. She reached into the closet wondering what to wear. It was one of the few days she could wear her concert tee shirts and not really worry about covering her neon colored hair.
She grabbed her long sleeve Moonspell shirt from the closet, quickly brushed her hair and teeth, dabbed on some mascara and went back to the kitchen to grab her lunch.
Her cell phone alarm rang signaling her leave. She grabbed her lunch, a book and some movies expecting the day to drag. She checked her leather jacket for her iPod, the day would be unbearable with out it.
She put her ring on her left hand, it felt naked with out it and grabbed her keys. She opened the door, locked it from the inside and checked her pocket for her keys once more. She only did it twice for good measure not to seem OCD.
Walking off the porch, the ground was more slippery than she expected. Shit she thought, leaving only an extra 10 minutes to get to work... knowing that avoiding her steep hill would eat up the extra time.
She drove around the corner, the first stop sign she came to she slid a little bit. She wondered if it was a true slide or if it was because she didn't apply the breaks with enough pressure.
She turned onto the main roads knowing she would avoid the remainder of large hills. The sleet and slippery conditions only aggravated her night blindness. She turned the radio off to concentrate on the roads, but was dying for some kind of noise and wishing she had a car in front of her so that she could follow the tail lights instead of being the leader and trying to figure out where the road is.
The one day I can't call out from work. If I'm five minutes late my boss can bite me, she thought as she navigated the roads... passing salt trucks in the opposite direction.
So yes, that was my thought process this morning. Any one else do that?
-Metal
Example, this morning:
The alarm clock woke her at 5:15 am. Her unwashed hair hung in strings around her shoulders. Smoke or shower first she thought? The urge to urinate took over first. Then she went out for a smoke, remembering to turn off the motion light on the front porch first.
She walked back into the darkened house, through the living room, dining room, kitchen and into the small bathroom. She preferred to use that one at least for the first three or four washes after her hair has been freshly Manic Panic-d. That way she didn't have to bleach the upstairs tub more than needed.
She looked in the mirror and took a pick and separated her orange hair from the red hair. Sure it was a pain, but it made the colors last longer, although she kept thinking that the Electric Orange needed to be redone as it it was blending with the Vampire red too much.
After her shower she ran to the basement to get her jeans and hoodie out of the dryer. She half expected to see a ghoul standing there waiting to scare her. Her basement was built in the late 1800's. The original stonework patched together with cement to hold the base of the house together. The cobwebs were an on going battle.
She raced up the stairs as to not be late, the weather was bad and since she was working swing shift, she couldn't call out for the day.
Turning on the news for the traffic reports, she put her underwear and socks on, then her jeans. She reached into the closet wondering what to wear. It was one of the few days she could wear her concert tee shirts and not really worry about covering her neon colored hair.
She grabbed her long sleeve Moonspell shirt from the closet, quickly brushed her hair and teeth, dabbed on some mascara and went back to the kitchen to grab her lunch.
Her cell phone alarm rang signaling her leave. She grabbed her lunch, a book and some movies expecting the day to drag. She checked her leather jacket for her iPod, the day would be unbearable with out it.
She put her ring on her left hand, it felt naked with out it and grabbed her keys. She opened the door, locked it from the inside and checked her pocket for her keys once more. She only did it twice for good measure not to seem OCD.
Walking off the porch, the ground was more slippery than she expected. Shit she thought, leaving only an extra 10 minutes to get to work... knowing that avoiding her steep hill would eat up the extra time.
She drove around the corner, the first stop sign she came to she slid a little bit. She wondered if it was a true slide or if it was because she didn't apply the breaks with enough pressure.
She turned onto the main roads knowing she would avoid the remainder of large hills. The sleet and slippery conditions only aggravated her night blindness. She turned the radio off to concentrate on the roads, but was dying for some kind of noise and wishing she had a car in front of her so that she could follow the tail lights instead of being the leader and trying to figure out where the road is.
The one day I can't call out from work. If I'm five minutes late my boss can bite me, she thought as she navigated the roads... passing salt trucks in the opposite direction.
So yes, that was my thought process this morning. Any one else do that?
-Metal
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