Anybody else got the Springsteen earworm? I may end up writing "Romeo and Juliet/Samson and Delilah/"

For connie and the real firemen out there:

“Can I go last? Please, I can’t breathe. I can’t do it.”

Blind without my glasses, the instructor just a smudge through the OBA. How would I be able to navigate without my glasses?

My turn. I knew this path. The steps counted and turns memorized during the dry run. In the door, instantly blinded by the smoke. One, two, three…six more steps--ladder on the right. Something bumped into me. Another student. He was floundering, going the wrong way. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Up the stairs--right, twelve steps--door. We're out and I can breathe.

Hubby got to do the "the ship's burning and it's up to you to save it" training in the Coast Guard, then he was a wildlands fire fighter for several years, with metro fire work in the off season. It took a few years for him to get used to someone sleeping next to him who deserved to know what the nightmares were about. Fortunately he doesn't have those dreams anymore--or they don't wake me up if he does.

I can only imagine. I found five days of training in a controlled environment exhausting, but it wasn't really dangerous. By the end, it was almost hohum. Can't imagine what your hubby did even came close to hohum.

Fireman may well be the coolest people on the planet. The stuff scares me shitless - I just want to bow to them and give them amazing food.

Kristin, that was scorching, bebe. I have a porny one coming up in the morning, I think.

Actually, I lied. A porny one of my own, coming up tonight.

burn

You're bone and breath and your legs are filled with disobedience and your hips don't care that you want to control it, you can't they won't let you

and your loins are a firepit, deep hot coalescence of the stuff that warms the earth at the core and he

fills your mouth but you can breathe, it whistles through your nostrils eye to eye belly to belly oh yes you're violent burning light you burn for him he burns for you

maybe it's passion or maybe just smoke and mirrors

Merciful god it burns and all you want is for it to

Keep on

Burning.

Anybody else got the Springsteen earworm? I may end up writing "Romeo and Juliet/Samson and Delilah/"

Yep.

Baby you can bet...

when we kiss...ooh, fire!

In the end, a different fire came to mind.
I touch the fire/ And it freezes me.

It’s weird...I’ve heard this stuff before, ok, once. But now it might as well be about me, or something. This past year has been so hard. I feel like I may never get excited about anything again, but that is not something you’d hear Buffy say, I don’t think.

You can live for a long time without liking things, without wanting things.

Mom asks me what I’ve got on.

“Once More With Feeling. A Buffista sent it. Isn’t it great?”

I barely notice the tears on my face.(Even if I did, I don’t want a tissue. Tissues make the wailing start, even though for average people they seem to be a cue to wrap it up. Just another way I’m weird.)

“I don’t know why you want that thing if it’s going to make you cry.”

Not one among them knows. And never can be told.

“I don’t know why you want that thing if it’s going to make you cry.”

Some people just don't understand.