I am nobody's little weasel.
There is a breeze outside. For a moment I was standing next to some bright pink and purple flowers in a parking lot. I don't know what kind, peonies maybe? All the sudden, I was smack in the middle of springtime in Tulsa. Deja Vu weather. Happens to me all the time.
Now my window is open so I can feel the breeze inside, I'm listening to the soundtrack to Amélie and I feel like writing a story.
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.Springtime in Tulsa. That sounds like a romantic flick from the 50's that never quite panned out.
Posted by: Chris | 3 septembre 2005 17h44
So you have watery, itchy eyes from all of these allergies? Sudafed will clear up any Tulsa hangovers :P
Posted by: DrinkJack
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3 septembre 2005 19h37
oh, no allergy attacks. it was just the way the sky looked, and the breeze felt, that made me feel that i was in tulsa in the springtime.
Posted by: Jodi
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3 septembre 2005 23h51
I think springtime in Tulsa is what makes living here worth it. There is nothing like that huge blue sky. :-)
Posted by: Jen | 5 septembre 2005 7h49
Jen, I used to think it was the Rex's chicken that made it worth living in Tulsa, but I hear that's gone. :)
Actually, spring time in Tulsa is LOVELY. And so is the availability of dr pepper everywhere. I might even go back to Tulsa next year, for my high school reunion.
Posted by: Jodi
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5 septembre 2005 21h05
You are one strange bird, but I like you all the same.
Posted by: Grampa | 5 septembre 2005 23h21
why thank you, grampa. right back at you!
Posted by: Jodi
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6 septembre 2005 0h12