anyway, the thing is that i really didn't say anything that bad (i thought.) i try my bestest to curb the *$#%@&* words here at work, and i understand that not everyone is as "irreverent" (read: doesn't give a shit) as me. so i generally watch my mouth. you should watch it too... it's pretty.
but maybe it was something brought about by a generational gap, where in my generation feels it's ok to joke about certain painful events, (in fact, we encourage it! we have pain! let's laugh at one another and pretend it goes away!) but maybe an older group of people (not old, just older) thinks some things are Just. Not. Funny.
so ok. maybe it was inappropriate to mumble some stuff about starting a revolution and conscientious objectors. i get it. vietnam jokes don't fly here. does that mean i shouldn't compare fighting for the copier to iwo jima? because it's so like me and other immature writers to dramatize things for effect. just saying.
and now, the other crap.
remember how i got so fucking upset when we moved here about the motherfucking church bells? that go all crazy jubilant every motherfucking hour? i'm over it. now i am FAR more concerned about the drumming, the motherfucking drumming, all the motherfucking time.
and then i look out my window and see this.
and that's not even the best part. i regret to inform you that i did not get there in time to take pictures of the really big feathered headdresses as they drummed their way down the street. a major street. all weekend long. fortunately, google has rescued us, and i can give you a frighteningly accurate depiction of what they looked like.
no, really more like this guy.
who dresses like that in downtown la? well, *me* now. i know a good bandwagon to jump on when i see one.
besides, that outfit will totally distract from the horror that is my leg. for those of you who do not want to see my incredibly sexy hawaiian islands (not a euphamism), please skip this link and go directly to the second one.
my leg is falling off.
shiny happy people holding hands.
have a nice day.