Monday, July 21, 2008
Breakfast Soul
Two-five is here at last. It’s not as though it dropped in unexpectedly, but two-four was bad enough without adding another year. I expect/want to live till I’m 55 (or did I say 2055 AD?) so I may be close to halfway there already.Floyd: Wow, did you use your fingers to count that? Happy Birthday, doofus.
Considering that I’ve only really gone about life for about 11 years and slept one third of that time away, that leaves me with some 7 and change years done and an actual 20 to go. All my versatile number crunching may be obvious arithmetic, but I’m bad at telling this sort of thing.
I hate my computer. I want to write for the sake of writing, but as soon as I sit down in front of the keyboard, the words dry up until I find a half decent laxative. I don’t write when I’m emotional, I write simply for the enjoyment. I am probably my own biggest fan, not because I’m narcissistic but because I can go back as an unbiased reader and judge everything I’ve ever written and sometimes hate it, but sometimes love it too. And I love that I can love my own stuff.
Floyd: There’s a word for self-lovin’ y’know…
The rest of this post: CANCELED in favour of self-loving.
“If I could be who you wanted, All the time”
Opus – Live Is Life
Sheryl Crow – If It Makes You Happy
Now frequenting: Wendy Molyneux at
http://fakeinterviewswithrealcelebrities.blogspot.com
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Don't just stand there with your mouth open... say SOMETHING dammit!
