Inside my Brain!

My Attractive Surroundings (June 2004)

Also, today I was watching the Newlywed game. The old one, 1970 style. Wicked show! Anyhow, I was picturing what our answers would be like. It was fun, see, now I forget all the questions. Oh But one.. "[referring to a person]when I think Ugly, I think _________". And then I thought about it, and who i would say. And I honestly came up with no one I could think of. I then realized "I don't know any ugly people!".

Morning After the Apocalypse, or at least it seems that way (May 2004)

I was thinking about the party I threw at the end of the year last year. Fun times.. seriously good times. And the morning after I think there were little piles of food and garbage everywhere. Possibly some puddles, and more garbage. There was a picture frame broken most likely another hole in the wall. The living dead consumed coffee as if it was brains. And the kitchen floor was black.. well.. very very brown black. We can thank Kevin for bringing "The Crippler" the worlds greatest bear bong, and me for saying "leave your shoes on.. you'll want to".
SO, picture that. You're half asleep or half dead, walking though a desheveled house that appears to have been torn up for a Rapter with the munchies. Take it all in, the crap, the dirt and how much fun you had the night before, even when you thought you weren't going to make it.

I think the morning after saving the world from the apocalypse would feel the same

How Do You Fish? (Jan 2004)

Some people wait for the best fish they can find, and will fish for hours just to find it.
Some people try to catch as many as they possibly can, take 'em home, string 'em up and show them to their friends.
Some people try to find the best fish they can find, while keeping all the other ones, just in case.
Some people don't really want to fish, but do anyways just because they know they need to eat.
Some people think they know EVERYTHING about fishing, but never catch a thing.
And..
Some people just sit in the boat, drinking beer after beer just casting, catching, and tossing it back.

Why I will never own a webcam (Jan 2, 2003)

How long until someone taps into a web cam? How long until someone finds a way to constantly survey anyone with a webcam. As long as the computer is on, with the internet connected, there could be someone on the other end havin' a little look. Scarey. I don't know how entertaining it would be. But imagine how scarey it could be. Big Brother here I come.

The Happiest Place on Earth (Sept 2002)

There's a full pot of coffee sitting and waiting for me. It's dawn, and the parkey flooring is cold. I've got my fuzzy puppy slippers on, and sporting the warmest housecoat. The radio is on, pumping out a soft mix of blues and jazz. I'm looking out of a huge bay window, onto a white landscpape littered with tall cedars. The sound of the wind hitting my windows is comforting, and reminds of a knock at the door.

I'm the only one awake. And wondering who would ever want to miss moments like these. Skipping through the snow to get the paper I wave a hello to my neighbour shovelling his driveway. (I'll need more coffee, It's cold outside).

The sun is up now. But hiding behind the protective clouds. And the snow is getting a little heavier. I finish off the coffee pot and open all the blinds. I sit myself down with the paper, read, drink, and stare out at the winter wonderland as Frank Sinatra sings my morning along.

It's paradise. Heaven is an early December morning.