So here I find myself again.  Back on the good ole xanga.  It's almost liking reuniting with an old friend.  In a few ways, it is.  While working from home, I often find myself distracted and reaching back into the past.  I don't feel any older, but looking back, I've changed more than I could have imagined.  Friends and lovers have come and gone and there are still the people that are just out of reach.

Am I happy with the direction life took me?  Yes.  Do I want to have my dreams back within my grasp?  Yes.  Do I see that happening any time soon?  Not so much. 

The typewriter is sitting in the closet haunting me from behind closed doors. 

Today is a grand day.  Things feel right in the world. 

And so, here are a few pictures:

You can't beat a cat in a dishwasher.... But then again, maybe you can...

I want to reach out to her and talk to her.  To tell her I know what she's going through.  I want to tell her to step back and look at the big picture.   

I want to tell her that's he's just a black hole.  He sucks it all in and refuses to give. 

I want to tell her not to be jaded by his warm hugs and gentle songs.

He doesn't know how to love.

He kills hope.

I want to, but because of him, I can't.

Dear World:

Shhhhh! 

Just let me rest, won't you?

Sincerely,

Me

Quoted directly from the local paper:

"The city election commission voted unanimously, with the exception of Chairman Leon Speck, Tuesday to keep Marshall off the ballot for failure to meet residency requirements."

Wouldn't that mean that the commission did not vote unanimously?

People who work for the paper should learn how to phrase things.