Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange.
(The Doors, "People Are Strange")
People ARE strange. I've always known that. They'll do things that chill you and thrill you, delight you and frighten you, beguile and then revile you. Sometimes simultaneously. Just in the past few days, I've seen a little of each in some of the crooks and crannies of my world. I always say, "Whatever floats your boat." Sometimes the extremes are a bit rough on the sensibilities, though. If they don't care, I don't care -- as long as it doesn't bust my bubble or blast my bliss.
I'll tell you what else is rough on senses and sensibilities -- Dog Days. It's been too hot here for the past week, and it's getting hotter. The forecast is mid-90s every single day this week. These are truly the Dog Days of August.
Speaking of dogs, the Neighbors From Hell turned their overgrown hellhound out to run loose yesterday and he charged my little dog who was walking nicely (and legally) on her leash. The thing bit her and made her yelp before the hubs was able to get it off her and run it off. Like the NFH, the dog was also Teflon coated. As usual, by the time the cops got there, the dog was back inside and there was no evidence of anything. They'll be out of all of our lives within the next thirty days (we all believe), and it looks like they're going to raise absolute hell in the interim. Not that we don't all have a few tricks up our sleeves to throw right back at them. My little princess is spending the day at the doggie beauty parlor today. When she comes home, I think I'll let her strut her stuff up and down by the fence and drive that mangy, unkempt, ill-mannered hellhound wild (he can't jump my fence).
I don't always know where I'm going, but I always know where I've been.
Words Gone Wild, from our favorite infamous "editor" person:
feel there emotions
God, I'm having to fight the overwhelming desire to pay her some money to edit me.
And from elsewhere in the loopy world of TWISTED LINGUISTICS:
I am lsoing mym ind - This is just one of those WTF things.
interresting - Dead, buried, and resting.
apoplogy - When you say you're sorry so much you finally stroke out.
nether will I - I will not venture into those mysterious regions.
the morrow of the story is - Something about in the morning, I think.
succeded - Something that was given permission to suck majorly.
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