recurring theme

what else should i be
all apologies

people keep telling me "you have to write about this!!" when i'm recounting of the thousands of fabulous and fantastic experiences i keep being blessed with every magnificent day. these stories, tall and short, beautiful and trivial, are abundant though they have been left untold on this screen. and i'm sorry for that, if there actually is anyone out there checking in and craving updated anecdotes. what can i say? come find me, i'm the one huddled in amongst the old men around a dimly-lit bar, drinking cheap beer and sharing dreams and memories and philosophies and quips.

it seems my life away from computers, coupled with my intense need to process my experiences through retelling, is turning me into a barstool storyteller of great repute! (seriously, i walked in the other day and was greeted by a chorus of "kaen" from the characters around the bar. all began asking of my day's adventures. it was wild. i felt like.. someone between "Norm" and Bukowski...)

giggle

shootin some darts with Jessica, talkin some shit. we get to talkin about Jack White (White Stripes, Raconteurs). i say "i'd fuck him." she says, "really?" i say, "if he was a twin, i'd fuck him TWICE!"

she said sigh

he says he has this property, a wild and ragged stretch of untamed beauty.

he says he'd like to take her camping there.

he says: "you'll be wild and cool and wonderful. you'll see things i'd forgotten.. it will be great! --you already do that."

she smiles, and melts a little...