Let There Be Light

I got tired of my dark, dark, dark all the time. What am I, a Goth? Nope. So, I think I'm gonna go with light for a while. But don't think this means I've gone all goody two shoes. I still roll for the Empire. Never doubt it! I'm just chilling with the Storm Troopers for a bit. Vader can hold down the fort in Tatooine while I'm gone.

(Is that right? I'm not as up on my Star Wars trivia as I should be.)

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I'm dedicating this blog entry to the wonderful Jodi Lee because, not only does she kick ass and is a very cool woman, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one who ever reads this thing (except for, once in a blue moon, Bradley). And beyond that, this is my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want here. I can get verbally naked and dance around singing Go Tell It On The Mountain if I so choose.

But anyway, how are you Jodi? We have this place all to ourselves, so feel free to cuss out the whole planet if that's what you want to do. I know it's what I want to do sometimes. Damn planet. And it's not like those redneck Americans who always-like a broken fucking record-say "If you don't like America, leave!" I can't really leave the planet, though once in a while I wish I could. The moon, for example, would be a much more peaceful place to live. No neighbors cranking Abba, like the guy next door is doing right now. He sure does love his Abba. I wish I could make the first B backwards, like they (Abba) do. Those crazy Swedes.

I have a bit of a belly ache right now, probably from eating too much yellow curry. My stomach can't take spice like it used to.

So Jodi-where in Canada do you live? I know I probably already know the answer but I can't think of it right now for some reason. How are the kids? The job? The weather? I think I'll change the name of this journal to the Jodi and Gina Chat-A-Thon.

Believe it or not, I'm completely sober right now. I know--scares me too.

Bye for now, Jo-jo! Have a spectacular evening!

Shout it out, sister!

I love this chick. She's way fucking cooler than me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7Zpv3g8N6E&feature=channel_page

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Don't Trip

Awesome and freaky:

http://www.geekologie.com/2009/02/end_of_the_world_perspective_s.php

Easily Amused

I just bought a flashlight that's smaller than a cigarette. What will they think of next, eh?

Sleep is not my friend lately. Can't sleep during night hours for some reason, so--up all night, sleep all day. The life a rockstar, right? Kinda blows, actually. Might pull an all-nighter to try to break the cycle. Gloomy dark days probably aren't helping...

I keep looking at my strat in the corner. It's distracting. Saying "Play with me, damn you!" It's so pretty, how can I resist?

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Have my toes always looked like this?

Check this out!

http://www.aftonbladet.se/webbtv/sport/article4208764.ab

The video is in Swedish, but I think you'll get what's going on. 72 year old woman, way more buff than I'll ever be. Started training at 46-doing 55 push-ups. Amazing and inspiring.

In Mourning

Someone very close to me died two years ago today and it's hitting me like a fucking truck. I don't know what to do with myself. Trouble concentrating. There is no place dark enough to hide.

"I'm over...I'm over...I'm over...I'm broken."