pink flamingos & marshmallows

it has been decided...the cessation of smoking is upon me.

heaven help all of us? nah, i have more sovereignty over my addiction than originally thought. it's just the cancer cells screaming at me "no!"

when my nicotinic receptors begin dumpster diving for their prey, i must remember strolling through the whit with the pink flamingos & marshmallows in the rain.

32, the magic number.
ration them.
savor them.
enjoy them while i can.

earnesty is the best policy

my universe has been ceremoniously shaken, not stirred, and thrown back into the newly convivial heap of my life. how does this happen at such a frantic and rapid pace and then come crashing down with all the ferocity of the hindenburg?

back up the yo-yo string...zip here we go!

gut instinct; i need to remember ubiquity and employ it. never has it failed me, but i have it.

let the heart go one last time, but in my orbit, wearing the proverbial trousers.

grey matter

even with many changes in my life as of late, i still reside in my head too much. call it classical conditioning - the only way i know how to cope. it has been that way for the last dozen years or so.

what to do, what to do?

I have the answer and just need to trust in it, let it all go, see what the hell happens, and not be so guarded. fortuitously my friends and loved ones are lenient with my many, many idiosyncrasies. and to you who comprehends me as well as yourself, danke and gracias.

new calendar needed

the holiday season is officially over, or it will be very, very soon.  i am happy about this.  as much as i was cringing about it's arrival, the anticipation of crabby customers, living in my own misery, etc. it really was not as painful as originally thought to be.  as much as i loathe myself for saying this, i will, it was a very pleasant holiday season...

looking forward to my newfound autonomy and sanity.  with that sanity, i must offer a hearty "thank you" to my family and especially to my friends who have been so supportive over this sometimes quite miserable year.

happy to be getting a new calendar...time to fill in the days!

subconjunctival hemorrhage

or at least that's what it feels like.

for some peculiar reason, i've been drawn to an ecclectic tv channel titled "this eugene," channel 13.2 in digital land.

here's the lineup for the day, or at least for what i caught. the last movie employed great acting talent as that of jim varney and traci lords...what a pair.

9:00am  "the little girl who lives down the lane"
11:00am "the babysitter"
1:00pm "kill me again"

dive into the darkside, click the links and tell me why?

unfettered

i can feel it...happiness, no, contentment just around the corner.

no pressure.

doing whatever the hell i want, and it feels good.

finally

is this how it feels to be adult?

Beautiful Losers film trailer from beautifullosersfilm on Vimeo.

and so it begins...

my first actual insane question of the season:

can you get a rat/hamster/guinea pig/ferret to wear a diaper?

keep the peepers open for more...there will be more