Saturday, November 11, 2006

Breathing down my neck

the thing between me and the rage, it's not so robust today.

sometimes its bricks, sometimes its sweat inducing translucent plastic. today its tissue thin. single ply. a fine fine membrane of restraint is all i have.

4 Comments:

At 12:16 pm, November 13, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

this made me think of Emma Thompson on Jonathan Ross - she was looking stellar and not being overly lovey darling and she stood up to demo something and then looked at the sofa and went 'ooo i've sweated all over that' and then looked very - did i say that outloudish- and then said 'one does what what can, but really the BEAST will out'.
and i knew instantly just what she meant. Somedays more than others, civilty is just the veneer covering the fissures.
i've forgotten my blimming password again, this is Her Imp Maj, btw

 
At 2:34 pm, November 13, 2006, Anonymous dodo said...

would have known you anywhere. it's a good thing i'm home alone today, because I may have said outloudish "is thatmy slippers I can smell?"

 
At 9:33 pm, November 15, 2006, Blogger lildb said...

I love this post, and I love the comments.

I love love love.

outloudish.

 
At 10:17 am, November 17, 2006, Blogger HerImperialMajesty said...

It was recommended to me by a fundraiser from Norwich called Paul, that on days when i find myself far beyond the edge that is sanity and reason, to suddenly shout 'Two fried eggs and an iced bun' at the top of my voice whilst walking on a busy street. He defies me not to laugh, shortly afterwards... this might be considerably cheaper than current trend for impulse buying of concert tickets, giant coffees and large cakes, but equally satisfying and more impactful on a a larger audience.

loving you fine ladys, outloudish

 

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