12.01.07
Back?
I hope so. Really. I’m going to try my very best to get back into this. For the record, I have been unconnected for quite some time due to a wicked nasty Trojan. Virus, people. It was one of those fabulous ones that liked to go surf the net and invite all its little virus friends over… A LOT.
Here are terribly random thoughts I’ve been jotting down on pieces of paper everywhere. Luckily I salvaged them out of my own pockets….
If you could have an anger lobotomy, would you do it? All it would do is flatten your response to pissing off stimuli….
Individual distinctions are merely your culture’s rationalization of how it defines normal….
Why is it called a carbon footprint? It seems more logical to call it a carbon handprint. For me, other than that biped function, the only task my feet could possibly accomplish is to be some sort of refrigeration device.
How do you define getting old? Your biggest exposure to new music comes from SNL.
My exhusband is such a liar. I have these gut punching realizations even now, like when I used to ask him who the other person was that read my blog at his office… He always responded “nobody”… it was her. Fuck them both.