what's all this?

all this reality, i mean... even while i am sleeping (and do i dream?) this blog is droning on and on and on about life's daily details making one sided conversation as if the meals eaten and daily poops (literally) and every little thought no matter how fleeting is all vital information that must be dissected and explored and recorded and expounded upon and on and on and on ad infinitum in ever increasingly seriously irreverent and irreverently serious (not to mention overly dramatic and utter nonsensical) ways... what about mila?... don't be ridiculous now... or too obsessive, for that matter... i mean, a little obsession is a good thing, but... what?... no, seriously?... save me craig... i mean, mila deserves much more attention than she has gotten around here lately and i don't just mean as a the blow-up doll of my dreams or some sort of libido fantasy (though if i had to design the ideal turn-on, she'd be as close as any off-the-rack human has ever gotten, i mean, except maybe for amy)... the infinite sadness deep within her eyes belies the absolutely silly joy in her smile and that understanding creates a bond that only she would understand, a longing for someone else who might understand the sheer irresistibility of innocence merging with consciousness to bring adorableness into physical existence...

yes, there must be time for mila amidst all this rambling nonsense and daily drama... she would understand...

milanarf, narfila, narflol :)