It seems like another lifetime ago since last I wrote in this journal. But it was only March, less than a year ago that I said farewell, leaving this world behind for the so-called real world. But here it is November and I seem to be back. For what purpose and to what end? That remains to be seen. I have to admit that there are people here I ( Read more... )

Sometimes it's the little things in life, when you least expect it, that makes all the difference in a day ( Read more... )

What do you call a house with three women, one man, and five children? Chaos central? Land of confusion? An accident waiting to happen? Well, I just happen to call it home ( Read more... )

Have you ever done something on the spur of the moment, just because you felt that you should take a chance on something that used to be? See if it could ever be again? It feels like taking a trip into the past, a feeling of deja vu. Like opening doors that you thought were closed forever ( Read more... )

This is just a very brief update for those who might be looking for me in London - I'm not there. Famke and I have gone our separate ways - as friends, but no more - and I have taken the boys to LA for now. Sean is already there, luckily - I find that I need his support more than ever now. That's all there is to say.

Victor Borge, the Danish comic, once said, Laughter is the shortest distance between two people ( Read more... )

1. Grab the nearest book.

2. Open the book to page 23.

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal...along with these instructions

"Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here!" shrieked Mrs. Figg.

( Merry Christmas to Famke )

I don't normally post these, but I couldn't resist this one.

( my stalker )

( Merry Christmas to Michael Rosenbaum )