The problem with living in Tornado Alley is simply that - tornadoes. Everybody hates them. They're scary, and not because they are hollow swirling tunnels of air coupled with thunder, lightning, and epic winds.
No, tornadoes are so terrifying because they are here before you know it, they completely destory your lives, and they're gone before you can even shake your fist at the sky.
We survived two of them today - Bird and I cowered in the basement stairwell, the only safe place in our very much windowed and widely open-spaced house, while Katie braved the storm in her Mitsubishi (don't do that again, Friend. Come on).
Sometimes I try to think of what I'd do in response to a complete destruction of my life by natural forces.
And I think I'd quit school and seriously consider a hermitage. Why not. If all my material possessions were taken from me, nothing would be stopping me. A simple life simplified.
Kind of sad, if that's all that's keeping me away from a life of hermitude.
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Don't worry, Lan. If it ever came to that, I'd hunt you down and drag you, kicking and screaming, back to some half-civilized place. You can count on me for that...
Don't we have some sort of deal that only lets us be hermits if the other person is committed to an equal share of hermitage? Thus preventing total social breakdown?
I know we talked about that at least once.
And two hermits together actually makes a strange sort of community...starting to sound Taylor-esque, really. Do you still have your foot-washing towels?
I hate the foot-washing. No one touches my feet.
It's buried somewhere in my attic.
they did a foot washing thing my freshman year on the deuce. it was quite awkward. i'm 100% with ya on that one lana
And it all comes back to being a hermit!! Maybe a small part of you actually wanted our house destroyed?!!! (a very small part of me did-- then I would have an excuse to never clean that room!! Or at least an explaination as to why it looks like it was hit by Katrina!!!)
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