San Fransisco rocks. i want to live here.

Lol. Sometimes you have to laugh not to cry. Well, here goes:

To the anonymous person who stole my jeans out of my car today:

Congratulations. Way to keep your eye on the ball. I mean, my ratty old truck might look unassuming. But inside there are all sorts of goodies. Look, is that a radio? Nope, not your style. Ah, maybe speakers, or the godiva chocolates that i bought for the mom? Nah, too many cables, and hey, who knows, maybe you are on a diet?

AH_HA! A bag with some jeans in it! JACKPOT! Now you can, i dunno, sell them in Russia, or something. good luck taking them back to the store, i have the receipt in my pocket. oh, and good luck wearing them. I am a pretty short dude, and i have to look long and hard to find clothes that fit me.

So thank you, Mystery Pants Thief. I can only assume that you are a truly fashion conscious individual. Thank you for not taking my stereo, but fuck you dude, pants shopping is a major chore for me. So much so that i may do it online from now on. Cheaper, and less chance of larceny.

Oh, god, please put a video of you trying them on up on youtube or something. I could use a good laugh, and the consternation on your face is going to be priceless....

ok. so I am back. Or somewhat back. I am writing this in a terminal with a bunch of other people waiting on the same flight as I am. that lovely lovely flight back home.

Heh, its kind of funny. I'd always thought that airport terminals were interesting places. So many lives cross, but dont quite touch. different expressions on every face, everyone is different. But this terminal is the opposite. the only thing here is several hundred people in one uniform or another, each eith the same mixture of boredom, and a burning need to board that plane that is bringing you home. i would feel sorry for them, if i wasnt one of them.

its good to be back here...

I'm out, people. Be excellent to each other, I'll electronically holla back if i can.

Ah, my friends...time passes on. I will be gone, soon, and while time will stop for me, lives and lies will continue. . please, remember to send some warmth and, actually, some frost, to your friend in the mid east. remember, children, support the troops, not the war. loves you guys.

I'm back, you guys didnt burn the state down. I am so proud.

My time back home has taught me one thing. You can NEVER go home again. People are not the same, time marches and takes its toll on everything. I don't know if I will go back there, but the loss of friendship with people I grew up with, and ran wild with, is something that will give me pause for a long ass time. I feel old, and sad. i guess this is wisdom.

Life, you are welcome for the last of my childhood.

Well, my lovelies, and my evil ones, I'm off for Florida for about a week. Don't burn the place down, ok?

Ah, Vegas. You beautiful evil bitch...

Happy Holidays to everyone, Enjoy and surround yourselves with light and warmth.

Ah, what a gloriously shitty day. I would like to thank my body, for its betrayal, and also my mind, who not only allowed my body to get away with it, but promptly freaked out and followed suit.

Thanks to the both of you for making me sick, weak and stupid on a day taht i needed to be well, strong and smart. Good job...