I feel kind of foolish that I am not, at the moment, remembering who inspired this comment (Precious just came in crying and we talked a while and so the flow begins again from a completely different perspective and place even though this is considered part four of the continuing sage of bungalow commentary, and random, don't forget the random... alas, real life in RealTime� does happen at the most inopportune moments for the babbling mice and while they work diligently to un-jam their poor typewriters {this might make more sense if you've read the history of babbling or the momentary current entry that was current at the moment of this writing first, but whatever, ya know?}, I shall pause to move my latest contribution to the work-in-progress reflections on nonsense and other babblings �2006 and other stuff �2012 and so on �2013 for some other time later and uploaded this now as it is so I can spend more time in real time {the time, not the blog, though the blog shall perhaps explain later} with Precious and see about accidentally waking Rasputin for his input)...

YAY! for Meg and Dia and YAY!YAY!YAY! for you (cuz you are you and that's darn special in my mind)...

I just woke up and have to shower and go to work, but I am so glad I stopped by here to check comments.... I was bummed over the weekend when DLand wouldn't work and my catch-up hit the brick wall of no access... oh well...

I still love you (love you :)

cuz your attitude and perspective and wonderfulness shines through your eyes and smile and words and it's rare... that's what makes you such a fantastic mom and person and friend (must be a great lover too, but I wouldn't know :)

ok, I'm teasing my way into a ramble and don't have time for that so I better just giggle my way out of here now before my foot finds my uvula (actually, I typed areola first, but then I realized that was not what I meant, but then I realized that you do have an aura about you, so it may be why the word was in my head... and I do not mean areola, really, except that I do wake rather infantile and am still between sleep and awake {my eyes are quite blurry, actually} and... oh, so stop all this talk about nipples, it really is time for getting ready for work, ok?)...

I think I lost my foot...

most seriously, thank you for the giant grin I shall greet people with all day :)

and then there's that myspace picture I've selected... it's remained there longer (a lot) than any previous picture I put up as the profile picture at myspace (the favorites are still in the picture section, including {shhhh, don't tell} one of someone who claims to be me from time to time, but the evidence to the contrary has not been fully evaluated so I accept his claim for now)... anyway, this was my thought on the picture controversy (not like it made front page news or anything, but some people appear to be a bit more than mildly offended or perturbed or moved by it)...

I know, too many people are offended by my choice of front picture here at myspace... it's not like I don't read the unspoken comments... my top friends just tolerate me cuz they love me or something... but until the mood comes around for a picture change (kind of like how it is with my rather long hair), I'm happy with my smiley face... heck, lots of people in this world are offended (or creeped out or simply do not like) smiley faces J

or babble, even...

tough J

and speaking of my rather long hair, how shall I cut it?... not that I am on the verge of cutting it or anything, at least not today, but the mood to do Something with it is definitely growing... maybe some colors or something... but the all-one-length thing is getting old... so ideas... anybody wanna come play with my hair?...

yes, I promise I will take pictures of my hair and post them before I cut or change it...

yes, this entry has a lot of empty space (at the moment, as do other random commentary entries in this series of bungalow bar taste like tar the more you eat them the sicker you are entries that were not actually inspired by good humor at all until now, which is not a reflection on the great mood, but soley on the product that happens to share the name)... I hope to be back later to fill at least some of it in...

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