buses

short story short, it looks like california has ended before it really began. i'm bummed, but i'll survive. california is really far, and it's in a different time zone. man. i'm bummed.

trying to console me today, one of the guys at work told me that men are like buses. i think he meant that another one is always coming, but i simply responded by asking 'you mean, when you step out in front of one, they run you over?'

in telling that story to steph, she turned me on to this poem by wendy cope:

Bloody men are like bloody buses
You wait for about a year
And as soon as one approaches your stop
Two or three others appear.

You look at them flashing their indicators,
Offering you a ride.
You're trying to read the destinations,
You haven't much time to decide.

If you make a mistake, there is no turning back.
Jump off, and you'll stand there and gaze
While the cars and the taxis and lorries go by
And the minutes, the hours, the days.

always a lover of analogies, i couldn't let this one pass. i think it is extremely multi-layered.

in other news, i spent my evening hanging out with one of my other favorite couples, aaron and cindy. i think aaron may post some really terrible pics of me on his blog, which i may or may not link to;)

aaron threatened me with domestic tranquility tonight, and he delivered. other people's domestic tranquility is oddly comforting these days, and the chance to spend more time with caius is icing on the cake. tristan is darling too, but he's too young to care that i'm there.

oooh! i learned a new word tonight. does anyone (anyone but aaron, and without looking at a dictionary) know what 'gracile' means? no cheating!