someday I will change the profile for this diary and maybe it'll even be creative or clever or something, but until then the profile for casa de candoor is composed of the random thoughts that come to mind when I find my mind relatively blank and yet still semi-introductive (and probably generally irreverent)... and when that day comes that I change the profile into something else, we will have this entry to look back on as we reminisce about the good old days when profiles were so seldom read that it didn't matter what was in them... so in the name of posterity and memories and all that good stuff, here is the current profile for this diary:

looking for a few good friends...

(and the silence screams so loudly once you hear it)...

narcissist altruisic dichotomous and usually meandering ramblings that only a mother could love (are you my mother?)...

(I'm not really human, I just play one in this life)

no really, this is a self-indulgent trip through the daily life of an ordinary stranger in a strange land who is currently wallowing in ambivalence and practicing procrastination as an art form... if you read regularly you deserve a medal (and a hug... and you can get one if you know how to look)...

"I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman where the Self Help section was. She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose." - Steven Wright

and then, 42.

breathe deep, the settling mist...

about favorites... to begin to find my favorites, and yourself, see my multitude of other diaries for other favorites lists (I am going to try not to duplicate, for I will never have room for you all in any one place)...

and remember your towel

(just tell us you love us, so we don't feel alone)

meanwhile, life goes on unusually around casa de cadnoor as it might around your own little or big abode... the most precious commodity besides people is still time and there's not enough so I won't waste it by lamenting about not haven't enough time to do all the things I want to do and write all I want to write and instead I'll just start writing about something other than time this time...

in a few days I'll be leaving for the music fest and meeting a new friend and hopefully more new friends and having huge gobs of fun and I can hardly wait... until then, there's tons of stuff to do and not much time (wait, I said I wouldn't write about how there wasn't enough time)... there's laundry to do and stuff to shop for and cleaning up to do and I'd like to wash the car but probably won't have... nevermind...

there would have been a longer entry tonight because I actually sat down here ready to ramble on and then Precious came out of her room to watch American Idol and hours later I was still listening because she had stuff to talk about... boy stuff... naked boy stuff... naked boy and naked girl stuff... and it's not even that simple, there are other people involved... we talked about how relationships are not as much fun when they are triangles and how boys might stop flirting and chasing and treating a girl like she's the most important thing in the world the day after they finally get naked together and he gets what he wants and... first times for a few things, but not for everything...

so after listening to the details of the drama of teenage romances and all the fun things that naked sixteen year old bodies do in the dark hiding places of high schools, I realized that I wouldn't mind some relationship news of my own, or at least some sort of naked body news...

gym?... run?...

soon, I hope...

motivation, stimulation, and an end to procrastination... and as I recall that there is still more than masturbation I must rush out the door to get to work once again...

. o O ( NOTES ARE THE NEW HAPPY PILL ) O o .
(just let me know you were here)