buzz

So since the first foray into blogspot blogging, I had sort of a small mental block.  Which is strange because usually, even if I'm otherwise silent, you'll be hard pressed to find me mum on having opinions.  

It must be because of my supreme relaxed state.  My semi-daily routine usually consists (in no particular order) of a tennis match, tanning, eating lunch, reading, and perhaps some admin work for Wyatt or picking up a shift at the pub.  It's been downright glorious.

I've been to the beach twice, I'll probably go this week as well.  I've seen iron man and have a dinner date with several of my boss's wife and her friends to see the sex and the city movie.  I've just been so darn WASPY I can barely handle myself.  I'm getting good riding in on my bike and good sun on my legs.  I'm just gosh darn golly damned having a good time. 

May has been super fantastico

But here's a small project I've started:

I've been asking all the people around me, those who I work with, friends of mine, my regular customers and family..what they wanted to be when they grew up.

So far my answers have been

married

museum curator/actress

doctor

a knight in shining armor

the Statue of Liberty

deep sea fisher

doctor

college professor/fashion designer

artist

ballet dancer

astronaut

candy shop owner

I wonder what it says about your subconcious when you pick that profession as a child.....my favorite two are the Statue of Liberty and the knight.  If this thing has the ability to post comments and anyone (god help them) feels the dire need to comment on this drivel, let me know what you wanted to be, I'm geniunely interested

infomercialmania

For an extended period of time I was a regular blogger on Myspace.  I deleted my account for various and sundry reasons but have terribly missed the outlet of the online journal.  I'm pretty sure it's narcissism thing.  So whomever you are, thanks for indulging my narcissism. 

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A small bit of insomnia might account for this blogtastic adventure, so we'll see how long this lasts.

So I was started in my sleep and woke up, approximately fifty-three minutes ago, to some unknown force-but it's the late night programming that's keeping me from drifting back to sleep.

A glorious selction of knives and the kimora-panty-line-free-body-shaper are seeming more and more attractive as the infomercials drag on.  I understand why these things only show at night, because no one with any daylight conciousness would buy this crap.  However, in a lucid world, somewhere between toothbrushing and REM cycles, they have convinced me that my life is incomplete without a bread knife.  

If I had a bottomless checking account, my collection already useless things (see-antique tennis rackets, endless collection of shoes) would soon be including a kimora-panty-line-free-body-shaper and about two dozen kitchen knives.

I shake my fists at the monetary gods for denying me of this materialistic pleasure.