I've been gone a few days (but you'd never know because the entries magically appeared on time as if they were always there, aye?) and life happened and I'm not sure I have much to say, so in case this entry becomes boring, I am told I did well in this entry recently, so you have an escape hatch if things go sour below (I know, silly self-doubts and lonelies and boredoms, but no worries, I'll find my soulmate any day now and as for diary interest, it's all in good fun and it's not a contest after all, it's just a life in black and white)... so where were we?...

on Wednesday I was working on getting Rasputin's computer back up and running all morning and so there was no entry (until now)... the computer is up and running, but we are waiting for another CD to come from the DSL people as the computer would not take the driver installation from the website... the techies said that there's something on the CD that can not be downloaded from the website... that makes no sense, but we'll give them a few days to see if they make no sense or just lie because they weren't sure what to do... hey, but I may finally get the rebate on the modem that is a year overdue, so that would be nice...

I fell asleep right after and woke up in time for a little writing, talking with Precious, a shower, and then work... life without working 40 hours a week would be so much more creative...

on Thursday something else happened that kept me from sitting down here and uploading entries... ah, yes, it was the Tickle, formerly known as Emode email that lead to my putting up the profile described in the entry linked in the previous paragraph and so there was no entry (until now)... I browsed the profiles there and sent something like two dozen free messages to people who's profiles seemed friendly enough to be friendly and hopefully they'll find a way to get here or back to me somehow cuz I am most likely not gonna be paying for the service the site offers (which is basically the right to send emails to people)...

my phone number and email address and website address and this diary address is all in my profile, so if anybody is interested in talking, they'll take step three (I took step one by putting up the profile and step two by sending out hellos)...

and then came Friday, which would be today according to the date above but is a bit late for the date (for those of you keeping track, not that it matters much in the grand scheme of things as time is relative and all of us are related... it's a parentheses, it's supposed to go right over our heads from times to time), and it was a morning of chatting with Rasputin, catching him up on my talks with Precious, and then checking out a Fantasy Baseball league he joined... so i joined too and we have a live draft tomorrow and I cut and pasted a lot of information from and lot of websites and then fell asleep...

waking last night to find Precious and her best friend giggling (remember?... what, you didn't read the previous few entries?) and I browsed and finished the Tickle, formerly known as Emode, (yeah, time to beat that one into the ground, huh?) profile and then came here to gather my babblings and finish the entries that catch us up with real time, now...

and now, as if on cue or queue or something to most effectively demonstrate the relative meaninglessness (or meaning, depending on your perspective) of time, we have what may very well be some babbling (what, me babble?) that appeared in a previous entry but because it's still in the behind the candoor files and it's got lots o' links (which reminds me to visit misstresslink, cuz, well, she's Misstress Link for goodness sake and if I link her maybe her mom will say hi... devious, aren't I?), so it might be worth revisiting and would certainly be a shame if it never got out here for your perusal or amusement or boredom in the first place, it's being included in this entry...

ya falla?...

somewhere along the way I lost my way most probably mostly because I keep repeating myself in some loopy insanity that only I understand mostly because of the secret things that I forgot to nevermind after getting distracted by Wicked, which is the latest library CD that was delivered today and has Precious all excited and looking up the libretto and storyline and all that jazz on the web and telling me all the secrets about the story that the songs themselves don't tell about and then the TV found a repeat of SNL and what grabbed me most was not the Catholic school girl's white undies spread wide across the screen (and let me tell you, there's plenty of people with something to say about underwear out there, but that's a stain of a different color), but the song Torn that tore through me back when it first came out because I was so dangdamned torn at the time with my heart in one place and my soul in another and my mind in the gutter (no, that was my body, I'd lost my mind at the time) and I just want to hug someone and hold someone and feel someone hug and hold me as if the respect and resolve to be there for each other is meant to last beyond the end of time but since I only have my arms that are willing to make that commitment with me in this space at this time, I just ramble on and bring it down and drepress us all unless you are wise enough to realize that this meandering sentence is one more flip and dip and spin around the roller coaster and we shall overcome someday...

somewhere, someday, somehow... who gets it?

so did Joe Cocker get old and fat or what?... I love his energy and emotion (and John Belushi's immitation of him and I wish some SNL reruns from those early days would be played instead of the 90s stuff, but then, I may be old and fat too, huh?) and what does a teenager know about everything... sometimes I wonder why anyone reads me... sometimes I deliberately attempt to confuse myself... sometimes I do...

and this time, it was not music (bless you Moody Blues), this time I was saved by the Animaniacs...

and furthermore, just in case you missed it the first time around, or the second, and didn't get a chance to feel me (and I thank and adore you for your attentiveness and wonderful way with words and for following me around in my creative meanderings as well as you do... someday I'd like to thank you more better), now you have another chance...

and don't forget to remember to check out the latest light from the most positively inspirational teacher of life on the web...

cuz even when I am boring and repetitive, they are not...

from the random roaming that catches my eye to the depths of all I am poured into words to the entertainment and play and distractions and creativity that so easily fills my world, there is so much to be known about each and every one of us... thank you for caring to want to know something about me...

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