The worst is behind us
I'm Bliss, truly Bliss, 24 year old fangirl living large and keeping it weird in Austin Texas. It’s getting hot in Texas again.
I went for a jog and came back soaked in sweat. I don’t normally like to complain about the heat, but damn.
why am I getting so indignant over the fact that people don’t think Austin is worthy of being targeted by North Korea?
So for the record, some kids were just shooting at each other in front of my house and I just went outside and shouted at them to get off my lawn.
I live in a nice neighborhood and I don’t care if you damn punks are shooting blanks or whatever y’all don’t need to be pulling any of this shit at almost midnight!
Stopped at Full English between appointments, had to get my fix!
Spent most of the day out with the family. It’s a tradition of sorts to head out to Fredricksberg on black friday for a little light shopping and a nice drive. We stopped in Johnson city on the way back to check out the lighting of city hall which and the fireworks show that goes along with it. All in all I don’t think I could be more pleased with how to today turned out.
So when I went to Central Market this evening the parking lot was swarmed with birds! They were everywhere!!! And their chirping was a dull roar! It was something straight out of The Birds!! Freaky!
But for slightly different reasons. See I live in Texas and the leaves don’t really change colors here. By the time falls rolls around they’re normally a burnt to a crisp brown anyway and the novelty of them falling from the trees holds no allure. Pumpkins are fine and I enjoy seeing them everywhere and in everything for the next couple months. It’s not really cold enough here for jumpers or sweaters, but if I’m lucky I can bust out a cardigan.
No, the reason I love fall is because of the evenings. It’s finally cool enough to open my windows and let in the fresh air. It’s quieter in the fall too, no kids screaming in the distance as they play flashlight tag or some other nonsense. All you can hear are the crickets, the cicadas, the passing squeal of someone’s bad breaks a couple streets over and at midnight the shrill of a train’s horn echoing all the way from downtown Buda. It’s calm and peaceful in a way summer never is and I revel in it.
Took this picture yesterday at Hamilton Pool. Check your privilege, birds!
I know you were just trying to be nice, hell maybe you’re into vulnerable and tired looking girls and you were even flirting with me, for that let me thank you. But, more importantly I want to apologize. You see, I’m going through a difficult time right now, life at home is stressful and I’m not feeling much myself as of late. That being said I think you can now understand that me bursting into tears in front of you before I grabbed my bag and made a mad dash for the exit was not your fault.
This week, with the exception of yesterday, has been very difficult and when you kindly pointed out that the week was now over the relief I felt was so sudden and overwhelming that I started to tear up. What pushed me over into full on sobbing though was, and bear with me here, The Bee Gees. You happened to have the unlucky timing of finishing your sentence just as their hit Staying Alive started to play over the speakers. Unfortunately, as a BBC Sherlock fangirl that song no longer holds the same meaning for me that it does for most people. I was already on a hair-trigger and that was enough to push me over. I’m sorry for startling you, please don’t blame yourself for my emotional instability.
Yours truly,
Bliss
It seems like I get flirted with every single time I go in there!
