Monday, September 14, 2009

Lightning seven seconds thunder

I pull to a stop behind a long line of cars. In the distance I spot an ambulance and squad cars. Obviously there's been an accident. Obviously someone's hurt. Obviously there's cause for alarm and concern. I feel both, but only because I have 5 minutes to travel a 10 minute journey, and I'm looking at an appointment cancellation which means another week of dark roots and too-long bangs. Someone may be dead or attached to a machine for the rest of their existence, and I'm panicked because it's just so hard to reschedule.

Do you ever stumble upon a song, one you've ignored every other time it's popped up on shuffle, only to realize it's absolutely incredible and perfectly sums up everything you're feeling in melody and lyrics and you listen to it on repeat for the rest of the week and call someone just to recite the lyrics and tap your fingers to the beat in your head during every class?
Me neither.


  1. Sh sh sh. It's okay, Meg. Chances are the people in that car accident would rather you get your hair done and then worry. No one wants someone with bad hair worrying about them. Trust me.

  2. Wow, it's like you just blogged my whole life.


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