alright then...

the habit of late, a few weeks at least, longer perhaps as the volume of posts reflects it, the habit, that is, is to slide on home from work at whatever hour i finally leave and cook some dinner (which is not the light diet as much lately, as in the past week or two lately, cuz the italian pasta and cheese jones has returned), and sit back with the tv and the laptop to catch up on the day (or past twenty-four hours, even) in this thereal daily (multiple, aye?) blog...

yes, all in the hope that you, yes you, dear reader, will want to know all this (say you will), the hope that you, dear friend, will want to share all this (do you?), the daily ups and downs and spin arlounds that make up the story of this life hardly ever call mine...

cuz the dream of sharing everything completely openly and honestly as in unconditional trust that is the ultimate bonding (with or without falling in love, but how could one not fall in love with someone who gives the ultimate gift, all that and more... of course both would be amazing, maybe even the impossible dream, and not falling might be the most amazing challenge of all the impossible-er dream... and still, it turns me on, nyuk nyuk) is still the best dream of all... or as john denver sang, the only dream i know...

so what's up out there world?... friends?... lovers?... lend me your eyes?... hearts?... minds?... comments?... oh come on, come one, come all, come one... the one (ah, the magic words that keep everyone away... shhhh, i'm not supposed to know that)...

and all that jazz...

and so it goes...

narf :}