If you saw my planner, you'd understand why there's not time to reflect. I'm writing out of necessity. I'm goofy outside of written words ( Read more... )

I'm posting, and there's Don McLean lyrics to follow. It's not as dire as it seems--it's just repressed ( Read more... )

Ooooooooh weeee! I do declare.

Never before have I heard the word "popcorn" uttered with such sex appeal.

Mon pere would rather purchase mangoes in bulk than a publication on global warming.

"Biological need," he implies.

"Self actualization," I reply.

"Propaganda," he says.

"Persuasion," I cry.

P.S. Boy Wonder has morphed.

I saw two dead birds on my run today. One's neck was at this strange 43 degree angle.

This is getting past the point of obvious bad omen.

The good news is I had a dream last night. I haven't recalled one in over a year. It wasn't explicit, but it gave my seven year curse a hopeful early termination.

I'm changing identities, or at least acknowledging the alternative. I should have done this after Emily R-bers-n was stolen from a car in December of 2007, and after any remnants of her were devoured by a modern equivalent of Medusa.

It's business from here on out for Bromley. SHOW NO EMOTION--the number one mantra in Alston and Bidgood.

Name: ( Read more... )

I don't believe in history, but the Dark Ages did end with a population boom.

This may or may not be my last post. Who knows? I would have gone ahead and deleted this thing after all I'm reading in advertising/marketing rags (it's a dirty, dirty, world!). Unfortunately, I've been rather emotional for the past few days, and publicly posting my feelings seems to be the only way to get over it ( Read more... )

HAPPY EARF DAY, but ( Read more... )