rapid fire

yes, i realize i am writing blah blah blah un-creative entries at a pace that puts then in the past before anyone catches glimpse of them (so luckily they are un-creative, aye?) and just doing the manic kit (manickit?... i remember that... if only all the blogs and websites were online and searchable, oh, what linkages they would provide and oh, the places we could go and oh dee oh oh, what creativity could be inspired)... wouldn't it be loverly and all... cuz there's still no sleep ya see and life goes on within me and without me and all around the town...

this is life, like the car commercial says, this is living... not that i spend much time on facebook (but i have more friends than she does, so there, lol lam lafb), but hey, living, remember?... and the hunger to share something meaningful and intimate (and the dream of someone caring enough to take care of me) rises from the depths to bubble up in these recent thin slice of life entries just in case the one or anyone who wants to come adopt me might be passing by... but then, this blog is written for the bored and the caring (hey, there's a soap opera title, the bored and the caring, yeah, new blog title too)...

oh, what wonder might be written if i actually caught up on sleep...

maybe tonight...