it's your thing

do what you wanna do (with your memories too)... half the world may be too young to remember the songs in my head, which limits the auto-connections perhaps, which leaves me more alone with each passing year... you too, don't think this is just my pity-party (nyuk nyuk, with raspberries)... ah, yes, sigh and alas and sigh and all, there are some wonderful memories to be shared and hopefully more shared memories to be made, maybe even the intimate unconditional trust kinda true love thing, somewhere, somehow, some way, some day, la la la...

where were we?... ever notice how similar those three words are?... anyway, where were we?... it's your thing, and all... do what you wanna do... and my thing is is the keep in touch through these words and to reach out to the internet world through these words and to amuse, distract, explore, inspire, express, dissect, repair, relax, excite, and communicate with myself through these words and also, babble mindlessly, create endlessly, and imagine infinitely through (bet you know by now) these words...

today was a reasonable normal high-tension day, which is a mix of pressure and tension and paranoia and major defensiveness and curiousness all around me (cuz i'm in the middle of another major investigation, fun fun fun, hush hush hush, am i doing this public record of my life while maintaining extreme professional privacy thing right?... hey, this is a parentheses and who pays attention to parentheses, ya know?... who knows, who cares, who what where were we, anyway?)...

narf...

jackson made spaghetti for dinner... perfectly al dente too, her master chefs would be impressed (she likes all those cooking shows, me, they make me hungry... i'm always hungry lately... maybe it's the foot)... and lucky me, she stopped to pick up pistachios and walnuts and code red so i have been snacking and waking up and yummy... cuz what else there, aye?...

i'm here, feel free to show me :)