Fuck you 4th of July.
Between this and the Russians it sounds like the end of all life.
And the constant booming begins.
I miss the COLD WAR
Booming here, too
But it may soon start bucketing rain; the thunder will drown out the other noises and lightning may strike, sending all the young ruffians scurrying for cover. One can always hope.
I will be spending the hours of darkness cowering in my bathtub. I'll remember to take a good book, in case I'm there for a while.
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It may be Jesus telling me that my country has gone to shit, but this is now, in fact, my least favorite holiday.
I had to skip out on any social event tonight. And now, now I'm just hoping this Klonopin kicks in SOON.
My entire apartment is rumbling right now. And that's not the fireworks. That's just the beginnings of another techno sex party. MY, THE RUSSIANS ARE LOVING INDEPENDENCE DAY.
The assholes
Were lighting fireworks until 4:30 this morning. I exaggerate NOT. And I'm not talking about little bottle rockets either, it was STILL the building shaking ones along with those screaming flurry things. Oh well. At least it's only once a year.
A cursory inspection of the alley revealed zero fingers/hands. Damn. Although there is piles of discarded firework debris. Assholes. I mean, God bless etc.
The garbage cans are still there
and I am still here, although now I'm afraid to put the garbage out. I'll wait until someone else discovers the body parts, debris and maimed wildlife (actually, that is the worst part - I can deal with cowering and crying while the building shakes, but this street seems to have a large contingent of teenage animal torturers, which really makes me puke).
Glad you both made it. When I was rummaging around the tub early this morning, I found a nifty document entitled "Some Ways to Prepare for the Very Worst," in which we are introduced to "Pam" of Collins, Missouri, who has stockpiled: a gravity-fed water purifier able to process 30 gallons of water a day, 600 pounds of rice and beans, 18,000 dried eggs and 16 tons of organically-grown hard winter wheat. While "Pam" admits that her measures may be a bit extreme, she points out in the event of disaster, "You can't wait for the government to get there. . . You will die before they get there." Perhaps she does not realize that it is actually the government that is GOING TO TRY TO KILL HER AND STEAL HER STUFF.
And what the f--- is she going to do with sixteen tons of wheat when there is NO ELECTRICITY. Let's hope she remembered a couple books of matches. See, I am much better off in the bathtub. Think small. I'll manage to get those final gallons of water out of the pipes before the whole system goes to hell.
And at least now we know where to go if we want to steal a few thousand dried eggs.
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