speeding bullets don't lie

oh gee, this blog whenever there's a moment thing does not allow me to advertise my specific requests and please and desires and such and such very well, does it?... i mean, before anybody can read my heart felt plea for some serious interior decorating assistance and advice and such, the entry is gone into the archives and nobody saw...

sigh...

life really does move way too fast, doesn't it?... well, that's the title reference, anyway, though i know it could have been much more dramatically morbid even, just the speed of life seems faster than a speeding bullet sometimes, metaphorically speaking... or writing, to be precise... and so, a day full of doing stuff at work, number crunching, emailing, training assistants, thinking about projects and not so much working on the stuff due on monday... but i'm a bit ahead of schedule, or at least i was when the day started, so hope remains a big smile... or something like that...

and home, to this desperately needing interior decorating assistance space (did you dee, did you see?, cooking up some eggplant parm and spaghetti and relaxing with the music and the pleasures of privacy and the light fluffy clouds of the lonelies (they get that way sometimes, which is good, cuz they can be such a drag at other times)... it is good to enjoy me by myself (of course that's just my opinion and i may be wrong, but you know what?... nobody can ever prove it (only i can see through my eyes... the silver lining behind the clouds, i just wear it out in front of mind sometimes, ya see?), nyuk :)

if only everybody enjoyed life like this, what a wonderful world it would be... stupid humans (just had to, giggling all the way :)