when i was little, i was terrified of thunderstorms.

that's not a very useful fear when you grow up in texas, where thunderstorms can occur at the drop of a hat. severe thunderstorms. violent thunderstorms. the kind that, at the age of eight, make you ponder your existance and the very real (to you) possibility that your house will be struck by lightning and you'll burn to a crisp inside, you and your cabbage patch kid who you're sure is every bit as scared as you are.

eventually, i got over my fear, so much so that now i really enjoy a good thunderstorm, even if i don't happen to be inside for it. the first time it rained after i moved out here happened to coincide with the first time i'd locked my keys in the car in about three or four years and i didn't mind that much, having to stand outside and wait for the locksmith. so it's been raining here the past few days, and when it rains here, the showers aren't usually accompanied by any thunder and lightning or anything like that, which is just as well, at least for the "anything like that" case, because that stuff is usually hail or tornadoes or something like that and who really needs that?

that donald o'connor, he was a genius.

feeling: shortchanged
thinking of: laura
music: "saved by love" amy grant