Black Doggerel

Obviously, floods and destruction are not a good thing. Obviously, I wish that part of it weren's happening. Equally, I hate the fact that we're getting more than our share while other places are suffering with drought. I'd fix that if I could.

But still, this weather suits me down to the ground. I normally spend summer miserably dipping myself in cold water, unable to move without turning bright red and flopping over with heat exhaustion and desperately wishing I could peel off my skin as well as my clothes. Not this year. I can walk the dogs in daylight without dying! I love rain!

The only drawback from where I'm sitting is the huge slug and snail population explosion. I do my best not to tread on them, I really do; I dislike killing things I don't want to eat and I find the sensation under my feet nauseating and horrifying. But when it's dark and there are so damn many, it's impossible to miss them all. *shudder*

Listen: T'ain't No Sin - Tom Waits and William S. Burroughs. My usual summer theme song.

Thunder!

Lightning!

Torrential rain!

Orgasmic glorious storm!

Just heard the first ice-cream van of the year!

Spring has started - it's official.

Also, Weed-Smoking Neighbour has given up on giving up weed and gave me a bit. Nice! :-D

Fuck me, such a thunderstorm outside! It goes perfectly with the soundtrack, too. I do love a good storm, though I can't say I'm in the mood for going out in it today - enough just to watch it through the windows.

Icons. I have a small request - is there anyone reading this skilled enough, kind enough and with enough time on their hands to take my default icon and animate her a little so that she winks and/or blinks occasionally? I mean very occasionally - infrequently enough that people seeing her would be left wondering if she really had. Wuz? 'Balls? Anyone?

And finally, a meme, copied from ulva:

Take a look at my icons. Comment with the following:

1. One that makes you automatically think of me.
2. One that you think I should TOTALLY use more often.
3. One that you don't get / needs more explanation / you have no idea why the hell I have it.

Comment using an icon of yours that you love, and tell me why you picked THAT one.

I always think of myself as a rampant noisy extrovert, and really, I am, but I realised this morning how badly I also need solitude, especially after RL socialising. Because there's no physical reason that I should have woken up this morning feeling as though I'd spent yesterday mountain-climbing - and yet, that's exactly how I feel - bone tired, soul tired, wrung out.

This is why all my IMs are switched off, BTW. I dare say I'll switch on later, but I need to be unreachable for now.

Last night was the Bournemouth Munch, and great fun it was too. K texted to say he'd be here at six, so I took the dogs over to Mum's in the afternoon - of course, the thunderstorm hit just as I emerged from the Castlepoint underground car park on the way back. And oh, it was glorious! I'm so tired of the big bullying Sun beating me up and stealing my lunch money every time I poke my nose outdoors in daylight - so tired of a tiny little quarter mile stroll to the corner shop leaving me so scorched, parboiled and drained that I need a cold bath and two hours rest to recover. The sky darkened, the rain came down in great splattering clattering gouts, and I could feel every drop that hit me infusing me with the life and laughter and energy the sun had been systematically leaching for what seems like so very long. I danced down Woodbury Avenue, grinning like a maniac with my arms spread and my face lifted to the sky, giggling at the passers-by huddled in doorways and under trees, looking as though they wanted to write to June demanding their money back.

And the rain stopped at the precise moment I reached the front door, in case you were in any doubt it was laid on especially for me... and I am very, very grateful.

K arrived at the appointed time, very tired from work and wanting tea and a nap. It's unfortunate that I'll probably never see him when he isn't tired from work - but I have no complaints. We ordered food, and I sucked his cock while we waited for it to arrive... he goes very quiet and still when I do that, so I pay close attention to the feel of him, the subtle feedback in the rising tension until the contained explosion comes. I don't think he has any complaints either.

Edit: I seem to have hit "update" prematurely... I had the whole evening still to write. Perhaps I'll take this as a sign and do that in a separate entry later. My couch is calling me.

Well, I just took Spike and Squish out with Squish on the long line - it did help. He did bugger off but I was able to stop him by stepping on it... then when I called him he came voluntarily. Much praise. Spike was rather unhelpful - it's harder to get Squish interested in playing fetch when Spike sharks every toy I throw out from in front of him.

I'm going to have to practise taking each one out by himself. At the moment I take them out together because I'm not keen on leaving either one in the flat alone - Spike would probably be all right, though he might bark a lot if he saw anything out of the window, but Squish is liable to raise holy hell. But if I start him on thirty seconds and work upwards I should be able to persuade him.

I really need a crate. I'm trying to imagine Spike's behaviour if/when I attempt to bring anyone back here for sex. It's not pretty...

Note to self: When trying to stop a 50lb raw-powered German Pointer at full speed on a long nylon line, do not have the line wrapped round your hand, especially not your right hand. Bleeding rope burn, ow ow owwwww....

And what's with the fuckin' weather? On Thursday it was still winter - yesterday and today it's suddenly morphed into June, and it's too hot for me and Spike. (61F, according to the first weather report I found on Google) I'd forgotten how much I hate summer, and last year was only bearable for Spike because he had his paddling pool handy - I don't see any feasible way to use it here. Grrr...