Filed under: Nothing Terribly Important, Things to notice, Thinking Thinking | Tags: flies in my coffee, weather, winter
I am drinking out of the coffee cup that I used to put that fly that I killed yesterday. I didn’t notice the fly until after I had already taken a drink and it had been steeping for minutes. I clearly am drinking the coffee anyway. I feel like I can feel a funny tingling in the back of my throat.
Am I imagining it, or is it fly?
I absolutely can’t wait for it to get cold again. I have an obsession with cold weather and the emotions it seems to bring about. I am always an emotional wreck when its cold out, but I like that. It somehow feels more valid, then being a wreck when its nice and sunny outside.
I don’t have anything to do today, which isn’t much different than most days. I need to find something to entertain myself, though. I think I am going to drink moonshine by the train tracks.
I wish I was a better writer than I am. I have so many things I want to talk about, but no one to talk about them to, so writing would probably help. I guess I have fallen into the trap of thinking that only published ‘professional’ writing is valid, which I know isn’t true, but it’s sometimes hard to remember that.
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This Southern Faggot's Blog 
I don’t know if this is for real, but I think you write very well. I stumbled upon this by accident and am thoroughly enjoying it. I have a blog of my own on positivelyaware.com. Check it out if you have the time. Your stories are really funny and heartfelt. Keep it up!
Comment by Billy August 8, 2009 @ 2:12 pm