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2005-04-09 - 2:23 a.m.

time to make the donuts...


the reference to an old commerical that makes for the title of this entry may or may not have anything to do with the entry itself except that I really should be at work right now as I am a few hours late... but before I get responsible I will relate to you at least part of the reason I am late...

ready or not...

after waking late for work and decided they demand too much of my time and I'd take some back tonight, I stopped to check my notes and was very happy to see that this entry wherein I was inspired to tell some of you how much I love you (and hopefully you will understand the randomness of my browsings if you were not part of the entry and have the sense of self assuredness to make yourself part of whatever you want to be part of as she did, for example, cuz I really do love you all and want you to be happy and know you are loved and believe it {and no, I do not expect everyone to believe that, but wouldn't it be nice?} and so remember I love you and don't feel left out or alone)...

thank you for the notes and appreciation and for being you J

and this entry is going to try to demonstrate just how easy I am, that is (laughing, are you?), just how easily I find myself falling in love (and feeling like an old friend) with someone through a glance and moments of reading words and as much as anything else, music... I have no amazing technicolor dreamcoat (thank you Joesph) or magic umbrella (thank you Mary Poppins) at the moment and I must get out to work before dawn, but when sudden passions clamour for release, who am I to put any sense of responsibility or propriety ahead of the muses that help me make the music of the night...

deep breaths...

ok, so it was a note to me here that lead me here where I was moved to enough emotional amazement that I called work and told them I'd be a few hours late and so I read a bit and that that lead me to write this comment:

I may have come at a bad time, but I'm in love with you anyway

yeah, subjects to grab attention, that's the ticket... in all seriousness (I am candoor at DL, in case you wondered, and I am not sure how we connected, but after reading here I am very happy we did), I offer a sincere hug of comfort for your losses and hope you rebuild your collection of music and pictures and whatever you love even better than it ever was before... this hug-in-words means nothing compared to the real feelings you express, but it's the best I can do in caring in words at the moment... I'd offer something more tangible, but I'm dirt poor... I'd offer something more passionate, but I am a relative stranger, after all... and probably far far away... I can only hope that something in my ramblings distracts you enough to amuse you and cheer you up a fraction of a degree, cuz I suddenly care about you and wish you bliss and happiness and may all your dreams come true... no wonder few people take me seriously, huh?... but I am serious (I understand the loss of music and meaningful things all too well as a look at my other LJ where I am mostlydead might show)... and I am hopeful and positive that something about you has moved into my heart and mind and I like it... hope you don't mind... and now I am going to back up everything there is on every hard drive in the house...

at which point going to work would have been sensible, but instead I impulsively clicked on a few links that lead me to the title of this journal that then inspired this rhyme (which I happen to like a lot, but then, I love all my rhymes a lot at first, but this one more than most, for whatever self-evaluation is worth) and then I just had to tell someone (cuz writing a rhyme I like a lot inspires me to want to jump up and down and tell the world, or at least one person who might understand the excitement of creativity and dancing with the muses... especially one person who might understand that, in fact) and so I went to the source that wrote the words that triggered the inspiration for the rhyme and wrote this comment:

I was just minding my own business as your note lead me to explore more of you and my mood was obviously reckless, having called work and told them I'd be in whenever I got there...

I woke a half hour after I was supposed to be at work and decided to give myself a little time online to check in with anyone who cared to leave me a note...

I just wrote this:

obviously there is something to be learned from everything and from this entry there is much to be learned about me, first and foremost that I have a rather bouncy bouncy mind that can enjoy all sorts of different perspectives and literary and visual stimuli and stuff (apparently some parts of my brain have not developed out of the insatiable curiosity stage... and that's just fine by me)... so if I fall in love with you and my momentary obsession seems odd or even scary at the time, please let me know and I'll go bounce into someone else's world and write passionate love songs dedicated to them instead of you, ok?... after all... it's only words, and words are all I have, to take your heart away (and thank you BeeGees)...

which may have given me futher leave to set my mind free to do what I love to do most when I am not in love, which is to imagine falling in love and then, in the absense of someone to fall in love with at hand, to write about it (see candora at DL for examples)... and perhaps it was my mood, your note (and others read tonight), a smile, a picture in your LJ and the muses that inspire me to dream awake and sleep write that lead me to these specific trigger words: "she dances slowly, totally exposed"...

it was one of my more long and winding ones that would take some clever orchestration to turn into a song, but if the music is every written and the song is ever heard, I shall credit you with the initial inspiration (like if I ever become rich and famous, I'll share the royalties... there, you have it in writing... hopefully you're laughing with me too)...

I am tempted to risk the wrathe of the bosses by not going in tonight and letting the muses take me wherever they would and if someone was here to share the night I might, but I can be slightly prudent and responsible (I don't know how it happened and I try not to do it too often), so I shall return my mind to the real world and get dressed and head to work now... I just wanted you to know I appreciate your note, I did stop by, and I smiled at what I found so far...

so do I get to know you know? :)

of course I meant now and not know in that last word, but then, it may be yet another totally appropriate typo that changes my life... after all, she knows music (let me count the ways) as an intergral part of everything... and you all know how constantly I seek the muse who'l return music to life (in color?... oh, how the poor boy dreams)... or perhaps it's just another typo that amuses me and me alone in my own rather idiosincratic mind...

idio what?

yes, a spellchecker would be a wonderful thing to have...

sometimes...

I just realized as I was doing it that I started adding commentary to the comment and so it's not the precise comment I left, but rather more part of this entry and maybe (ready for some quick rationalizing?) that's what I should do more often because otherwise all I'm doing is repeating myself and that would be redundant of me to do (la la la) so maybe I should consider cutting back on the babbling and not repeat myself as much as I do because that would be redundant of me to do (huh?) and then, who knows what might happen (omigosh, it it the song that never ends... already?... but I really must get to work sometime tonight)...

so anyway, this is sort of how it happens that I scare the crap out of unsuspecting innocent people by rushing madly into what appears to be an obsessive passion for them that may border on haunting or stalking or even falling in love and then I'm told to back off in polite (or quite impolite) ways as if I was out of control and dangerous or something unwanted on the bottom of a shoe...

alas, nobody understands the creative mind...

hopefully laughter comes now as you do understand (hey, who am I to sell my dear readers short, aye?) and appreciate the sloppy adorations and silly irreverences and pathetic self-pity that becomes the ramblings here at casa de candoor... and now you know just how someone who might be a complete stranger (at least in this life) who was not revered and idolized in a certain entry might sneak into an entry almost all her own...

cake... cake and music... how could it not be love?...

now I shall actually put the laptop aside and rise from the big green chair and get dreassed and yeah, show up at work four hours late... that's what they get for making me stay three hours extra this morning because they can't seem to get their scheduling right... and before this entry turns into another rant about the incompetence of management, I bid you a fond adieu and happy trails...

may your muses lead you to wonderful bliss, may your lips know the passion of a kiss, may your heart be a part of everything you do, and may all your dreams come true... yeah that too... may all your dreams come true...

nite nite, friends J






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