It’s a constant struggle to keep them out of the sliding glass door leading into my bedroom. As the druid smokes, sometimes a fly or two will enter into the apartment with his comings and goings Sometime later, I’ll see the fly sitting mournfully upon the screen door, wanting out.

lol — No sniplet called smile

Well, I was mysteriously quiet for a while there, wasn’t I. Okay, sooooo, around the time of my birthday, I was feeling crummy and stuff Four days later, June 18, I was feeling crummy again to the nth degree

A bit earlier last evening, I was still feeling fragile from that whatever it was I’d experienced for much of the last week, but managed to wrestle myself out of bed and make myself presentable and hospitable to a friend of the druid who had come to visit and watch a movie with us. Somewhere in there, I had to use the bathroom, and upon exiting, the friend was just outside the doorway, and lunged at me

Throughout my school-aged years, my parents would drag my sister and I throughout the countryside on various summer romps I remember one year, my dad waited for me to remove the tent before he backed up the trailer, to which the lady waiting for the trailer to get out of her way yelled at me for removing the tent.

Monday Memory invites you to answer questions regarding your life’s memories. Play along by leaving a comment with a link to your entry, or comment by answering the questions directly if you don’t have your own blog. You may answer the questions posted, or you may choose to use your imagination and write about the theme. A story, a poem, a stream-of-consciousness scribble, it’s all good! Today’s entry deals with summer. I live near a few universities and colleges, and recently reflected on this time of year, when students finish their finals and graduate, or travel home for the summer, or slam every business in the city looking for summer work.

“My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.” — Lord Byron Last night, the druid and I were snuggling in each others’ arms, when he started humming and murmuring lyrics from the song “Into the West”.

;P No sniplet called smile

I was randomly searching for a cappella groups on YouTube last evening, when I stumbled across this: The rubbing of hands, followed by snapping fingers, followed by slapping the lap, followed by (in this case, a very well-choreographed) stomping of feet, followed by more snapping of fingers..

I’m not in the habit of randomly shoving YouTube videos at people, but you seriously have to check this guy out: Glee Don’t Stop Believin’ Journey (Cover) Nick Pitera If I hadn’t seen the video, I would have thought that was one talented female