Damn, I do neglect this thing. I neglect people as well, sadly. I’ve had a bit of time to think, reflect and reassess. Good times are a ‘coming and it’s all looking pretty fab!
pic pointlessly unrelated of course.
Life has been plodding along at an even pace. No mishaps, gross missteps, just same old, same old. It’s been nice. It’s odd how the weather perks up and suddenly everything has potential and possibility. That’s how I feel. I may chant some rounds in the park this afternoon, swing on the swing-set and be grateful that my arse can still fit in the seat. Yeah! grateful for small mercies. Take that Oprah! I have gratitude in spades, baby!
Corey Haim died while I was in my work flooded cave, hiding from the world. Damn! I still haven’t recovered from Billy Mays, last year. No, seriously, I had a crush on him when I was eleven for about three minutes. Speaking of crushes, a particularly evil friend sent me a pic of my first truest love. A good reminder that we’re not our bodies, because heck, they’re all going to the dogs..
Oh how the mighty fall.
Simon Le Bon in speedos. No, just no. On that note, I shall crank up the engine on the rusty Dharma Van and hopefully post MOAR self-absorbed nonsense.
Chant Hare Krishna and Bring this ship into the shore — and throw away the oars, forever!
