During my (awesome) adobe seminar, i finally finished transcribing lyrics into my book… i can’t believe it’s really full. Life, i suppose, really does move on
All I Wanna Do
Someone has to remember to remind me that, the next time I’m stalking someone famous, that I should super-hydrate myself with over two gallons of water every day – because, apparently, flushing out all of my electrolytes will increase my nerve conduction velocity, thus allowing me to establish telepathic communications with a starlet of my choice.
This concept excites me, as my daily consumption means I’m halfway to the hydration goal already. However, contrary to statements in the article, I like to believe the communication would be one way so that I could just beam every inane thought I had directly into my obsession’s head. It’d be like having my own personal broadcast station directly into their brain.
Or, hey, I could just kidnap them and force them to read my web page!
The View From Here Is Stained and Cold
I found myself rather transfixed by the streaming water and its leaves, urgently spinning down past the bus stop to the tiny curbside river that ushered them down the street, to the corner and it’s sewer drain. Oh leaves, I thought, you spend all that time fluttering in the wind and now you’ve been charmed by those rushing waters, seeming so out of place on an awful gray street corner, never knowing you probably won’t see the sky again.
Some days I like being on my tree, but some days I feel as though I’d gladly fall into any rainy stream that would take me.
A Picture Share!
Boss’s cats.
A Picture Share!
The office is empty, and nearly seems haunted. Walking to the bathroom is a nervewracking endeavor, though sitting at my desk to get things done is easier less the lights and commotion.
I am tempted to come in on the weekends to play laser-tag.