a different teacup

okay this whole blogworld is frickin strange. because there are buckets and i do mean buckets of shit to read and wow there are a lot of bitter AND a lot of funny and i think i like the funny better because damn we all float the same magma when it comes down to it. sad is okay. bitter, well, i don't like. ( must banish self of karmic blackholes. remember the weirdos who have made me laugh and smile. i LOVE them all ) and this isn't how i normally ( normally, yeah, look at meeeeee, 2 e-whole months of this spin and i'm an expert! oh funneeee ) write, but is this good or bad. like life, i am eternally distracted by shiny objects, like minds...
lately, the blogs from australia are magic. i think they put something in the water down there.
plan on going sometime before the next millenium, once i figure out how to tie my trousers up and pivot to a happier version, i think soon. dreamt of dad last night. and a stranger with a computer. IN the dining room. WITH the candlestick, oh wait that wasn't it...