Live, Love, and Hate – by Orpheus
Week 52 – The icy grip of the damned
(1/5/05) The title, this time, is not a song reference but is, rather, the most accurate description I can come up with for the sensation of being touched by B, her hands are seriously that cold; I mean, they’re, like, even colder than K’s heart. She said she was just that cold because of the temperature outside, I, for one, did not find it to be cold at all, as a matter of fact, I’d gone so far as to take off my jacket a few hours before, well, it was a sweatshirt, not a jacket, but I imagine that you get the point, oh, by the by, the events described herein took place yesterday. Well, described above, or, whatever, you get the point (I know this because all of my readers are imaginary).
LLH is approaching its one-year anniversary (January 16th) and what I’m planning on doing for that is summarizing every episode (in other words, weeks, continuations, and supplements) in a sentence or two each, just sort of a year in fast-forward as it were. Well, I can’t really think of what I should put next, so I’m gonna recommend that you all go out and read the book Carrie, I just finished it yesterday or the day before, and while it is undeniably a terribly sad book, it is also very well written and does a good job of presenting multiple different views on the same event.
You know, it’s really kinda awkward sitting so close to B on the bus, you see we get crowded in three to a seat, and she’s sat next to me since she started taking the school bus again (which was yesterday or the day before, I really don’t know, I was practically asleep all day on Monday, and, well, all week to be quite frank). It’s kinda funny, and kinda sad (no, not that the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had, they tend to suck, really, ‘cuz, you know, I’m dead at the end), that her timing (or mine, not sure which) was so horrible that the day I met her the day after I posted “Decidedly shorter than intended”, and, the night that I posted it, a few hours post-posting so to speak, I spoke with R on the matter, needless to say, that wasn’t a fun conversation.
You know, it was a fictional person based off of B that was central to the horribly ill-fated Operation: Two-Faced, which still will not be discussed here, the only relevant person involved in the Operation in any way, R, already knows what it was and, um, yeah. (1/6/05) The shift in date here does not represent me stopping writing the column as it usually does, but rather indicates that midnight just happened, and I should probably be sleeping right now, but instead I’m watching Aqua Teen Hunger Force and writing this stupid column. You know, it occurs to me that I still need a Letter definition for B, I guess I’ll get on that in a later column, maybe “A year in fast forward”.
Signing out for week 52, this is Orpheus, please, PLEASE send me topics to rant about to [email protected] please?