Too many ideas and not enough discipline--just yet. I'm working on it. I need; I want...where is I did? I'm invited to this party tonight by a nice English cat--well he's become a naturalized Citizen actually--next door and I like him, but--forget it, I'm going. He just didn't tell me what time. So I'm doing the bubble bath thing, then going to get something to eat and get him some flowers and when I hear party going on next door --as in one building over--then I will hightail it. Seems a simple enough plan. Uh-oh. I think I hear party noise beginning.
What to do? But the bubble bath is a must. Seriously. Okay, I guess food is going to be procured incredibly locally--like Barragans or something. Good enough. I haven't walked to there in quite some time. This is good for me. I haven't put myself out there for awhile. And you know how writers and tech-heads can be.
It's like I have all these cool shoes from Zappos and movies and music and tv off iTunes --I'm even a member of Podiobooks--but other than go to work you can't find me. What's up with that? I need to break out and that bubble bath is calling my name. Still...
This is part of the process. It's like I keep not journaling or whatever in either blog I have because I am always waiting for special. Bear with me I am working through this. I was having some friends for a minute, but then it was like--I'm not sure how to put this, but I felt like I had made wrong choices. I felt like I was hanging with the ones who were not walking the their talk. But maybe it was more like attracting like, heh?
I stiill don't have a photo up yet. Bummed. But wait. This chap who has invited me to his party tonight--Martin? He's a photographer. He took some cool ass pics of me before, just because he wanted to and don't I want to talk to him about my camera and shit? I have the coolest little Cannon Si 1 or whatever. And he did come out of his way to totally invite me. Man am I a what?
S'okay, okay...bath. Then I am definitely rocking the cool Old Gringo boots I got off Zappos the other day. Yeah. I lost my head over these shoes completely and now the budget is all askew and shit. And there is that ringing again! I wish whoever that is that keeps calling and not leaving a message would just get it already that just because they have my number doesn't mean they should use it. Sounds unforgiving and crabby I know, but I am blogging right? And then it's the bath then the party. So like leave me a message. If you think I don't like you enough to call you back then don't call. Simple really. Am I an only child or what?
Phew! Feeling loads better already. Yep. I need to get that bubble bath and get to the party. You are not going to believe the shoes. That's it! I am taking a pic of the shoes and posting 'em. Cool. Gotta go.
What to do? But the bubble bath is a must. Seriously. Okay, I guess food is going to be procured incredibly locally--like Barragans or something. Good enough. I haven't walked to there in quite some time. This is good for me. I haven't put myself out there for awhile. And you know how writers and tech-heads can be.
It's like I have all these cool shoes from Zappos and movies and music and tv off iTunes --I'm even a member of Podiobooks--but other than go to work you can't find me. What's up with that? I need to break out and that bubble bath is calling my name. Still...
This is part of the process. It's like I keep not journaling or whatever in either blog I have because I am always waiting for special. Bear with me I am working through this. I was having some friends for a minute, but then it was like--I'm not sure how to put this, but I felt like I had made wrong choices. I felt like I was hanging with the ones who were not walking the their talk. But maybe it was more like attracting like, heh?
I stiill don't have a photo up yet. Bummed. But wait. This chap who has invited me to his party tonight--Martin? He's a photographer. He took some cool ass pics of me before, just because he wanted to and don't I want to talk to him about my camera and shit? I have the coolest little Cannon Si 1 or whatever. And he did come out of his way to totally invite me. Man am I a what?
S'okay, okay...bath. Then I am definitely rocking the cool Old Gringo boots I got off Zappos the other day. Yeah. I lost my head over these shoes completely and now the budget is all askew and shit. And there is that ringing again! I wish whoever that is that keeps calling and not leaving a message would just get it already that just because they have my number doesn't mean they should use it. Sounds unforgiving and crabby I know, but I am blogging right? And then it's the bath then the party. So like leave me a message. If you think I don't like you enough to call you back then don't call. Simple really. Am I an only child or what?
Phew! Feeling loads better already. Yep. I need to get that bubble bath and get to the party. You are not going to believe the shoes. That's it! I am taking a pic of the shoes and posting 'em. Cool. Gotta go.