what we have here is a three-parter (that may turn into a four-parter before it's done expanding) that I stole from myself (yes, it was originally uploaded elsewhere) and shall use my powers of babble to enhance and expand (by encompassing and expounding and all-around BSing cuz in it's purest form, that is what babble is, though we could clean it up and dress it up and put it in a pretty suit and call it a noble endeavor of the imagination if that's more appetizing than BS)...

the few of you who actually read the RealTime� blog might recall major passages from the next few entries as this swells and pulses and throbs and throws other provocative words out without any warning unless you call something like this a warning in which case you've been warned if you think a warning is necessary but if you don't because you find words amusing and don't look for offenses where there are none and don't try to control others by claiming your sensitivities are somehow more in tune with some higher power that knows better than anyone else what is good or bad or right or wrong mostly because you are afraid to decide for yourself then you don't need to worry and can disregard this paragraph...

can I get a collective, whut?...

hey, if you have not noticed the primary difference between life in black and white and the RealTime� blog (or most anywhere else I write) is that here I cut the edge closer to the bone than anywhere else because I don't intentionally do anything except let whatever comes to mind come out in words because I write this primarily for myself and anyone else who appreciates unabashed unrestricted uncensored free-associative babbling and I trust myself to let it go without thinking because I know I mean no harm and if you don't know all this already then this must be your first time here and while I can suggest you start at the beginning, there is actually no beginning to this life in black and white behind the candoor and the closest thing to it in this diary would be page six (you know, the nude page) and the actual beginning of public site babbling might be considered the beginning...

note the doe eyes...

and then again, the very first post in a public site journal (outside of my own home domain website 1990's journal and a brief bit of babble lost somewhere in the very early days of AOL) would be this one which leads to the previous years (as long as the links still work) even though that live journal came and went and came again and went again and is now in hiatus, again...

cuz you need to know, right?...

so anyway, it is time to get on with presenting more stolen entries in expanded inflated and even bloated form so before you start thinking about another erection or clitoral orgasm again (or dream of Lindt chocolate truffles), here goes...

ahem...

and the Dove candy wrapper said: a helping hand is sometimes the best present of all... yes, I am decadent tonight... Taco Bell for dinner, a great concert where I hopped and head banged and danced (which was basically bouncing and or running in place) for most of four hours and then stopped for a 32 ounce Code Red and then drove home and stopped for Dove Milk Chocolate Hazel Nut Praline ice cream and some 50% off Halloween candy bags (hence, the Dove chocolates) and another 32 ounce Code Red and guess who is bouncy bouncy tonight...

so these Dove candies had these little sayings inside the wrapper (kind of like a fortune, except on the inside of the wrapper instead of on a slip of paper) and in my frenzied sugar and caffeine high, I rambled over in RealTime� because I was there and more and more in the past couple of months I realized that I was rambling where I was supposed to be brief and silent here (hence this massive upload of catch up entries loosely based on entries elsewhere, though expanded and, you know...

it is actually 2am Saturday (or it was, but then, time is relative), but I'm date stamping this for Friday (see what I mean?... about time, I mean, you know, relative) just because I can and Friday didn't have an entry and Friday deserves an entry as much as any day... I mean, just to keep us in RealTime� (cuz it matters more in the RealTime� blog) in case you are paying attention and want to buy into the illusion (of RealTime�, that is, not me, I�m real, really)... you can consider this a special late edition for my friends on the west coast...

and then the next Dove wrapper said: warmth on the inside can melt cold on the outside... Dove must have hired Confucius... and I say that in the most respectful way, even though I am amused... I am also impressed (and not just with the chocolate or the ice cream)... but I didn�t get the pizza I was craving... I think it was because I was making some effort to be somewhat sensible as I am still on the weight loss goal path and don�t want to waste all those salads I�ve been eating for lunch at work and the veggie meals I�ve been eating for dinner at least several nights a week... and also, knowing I really should get some sleep because tomorrow is a looooong day... maybe even longer...

tomorrow (which would be close to online for the date above, but not precisely cuz those z0tls took over and squeezed into some dates that would have been this series of entries, but you know that's the thing about time, relative and all... I probably do it just cuz it doesn't matter much to me, but it amuses me that some are disturbed when they don't know exactly what time it is, especially here online... I hope it's fun for them and not something else, ya know?) is the music festival and the 30 Seconds to Mars concert, dangit...

anyway, I'll be pondering what to do next while you decide if you are going to read part two...

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