I am so stylin'

in my fly headset.
According to the interweb,

it is 98 degrees outside.
Okay, you know me and spam,

but I have to admit,

"Lobster Gram"

is kinda funny.
Whence comes this

pathological resistance

to throwing away

twisty-ties?
Nothing can get me down.

Will post pictures soon.

Mountains, trees, beach, waterfall,

Disco Inferno.

More to come...
I think I am going to take

a little blog vacation.

I need less noise

right now.

Maybe a week...
moonlight

fire

drumming

ukelele, harp, and concertina

at home in my own skin
Sage advice:

Before you quit your job,

eat breakfast.

Coffee helps, too.
shut up shut up shut up shut up
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On the up-side,

the conference call people

are just delightful.
If you can't say anything nice...

blog about it.
I used to build

Lincoln Log towers

just to knock them down.

I think

I have not outgrown this.
Off-site = Over-heated.

Erg.
No band-aid.

No mole.

A stranger stares back

from the monitor mirror.
She smells like fabric softner

when she walks past my cube,

and it is comforting.
Sweet.

Merciful.

Heaven.

We're.

Done.
Overheard:

"We're alpha.

We're not numeric."

Arooooo!
Nervous:

Forget to unplug,

and watch every bolt,

from 15 minutes away,

strike your apartment,

specifically.
*beam*

(Dental cleaning,

don'cha know.)
My issue with X-Men 2:

Good guys are not vigilantes,

even if the baddies

really need killing.
Fact:

I live below

the heaviest people

on earth.
Fact:

I am married

to the best man in the world.

Well, except Dad,

of course.
Every day I don't kill someone

is a good day.

By somebody's measure,

anyway.
If you give a Sherbie a cupcake...

she'll get crumbs

in her keyboard.