#2011in4words

Twitter Stole My Life.

Time is not a bandit

When you're young and healthy you feel immortal, like nothing could destroy you. If you manage to live without any near-death situations, time itself and the ravages of it force you to face death no matter how healthy you might be. You start to know in your bones life is not forever. With that acceptance comes a strange peace of mind. It's probably all about hormones but i hope a little bit of that feeling is from making an effort toward deeper understanding. That hasn't stopped me from some major fuck-ups along the way but at least i'm not feeling time is wasted...so far...

Okay so now there's twitter.

I started this fun time playhouse a long time ago. i let it change my life.

Now i'm reading and writing fucking jokes and anecdotes when i could be making homemade ice cream, quilting or writing a letter. I gather some tweeps have passed by here with mention of Marc Maron, always and forever my repatriator crutch. Still trying to repatriate...jesus fucking christ ...oh never mind.

Down and out vs. Up and atom...?

What the fuck...i am so good at playing the game i scare/convince myself.

But the dreams don't go away. I know i have my world by the balls,

no matter how small they may be. Reality is my unfortunate friend...

Okay, now the crying game...

I can't put it off another year, if i don't go back to Japan for a while I can kiss my sanity good-bye. I can't even talk about it in my head anymore. Waaah!

Sugar couldn't be sweeter...

I got a little sugar, and a cookie too! The sweet scent of your hippy juice is still lingering...

Fun with Professionals

When you embrace your inner awfulness, your awfulness embraces you...

Dear Marc...

I've been too busy to write you a note so I am working on a long letter!