Geo fab.

I am making new years resolutions. It's kind of like a bucket list and you pretend that in December 2011 you will die. In a way. You all know me. And then in December 2011 you hover over yourself and say "something should have been added." and in the next life you add that. It's like that you know. Every year is a life. 

I am full of great insights like that. But I don't write them and I don't speak them because no one likes to know, see. Only I summarize them so people can't plead ignorance. Sometimes. But that's Communism. 

I started writing my memiors. But they're all trash you know.

NPR reported that people cannot walk in a straight line without a reference point. If you are blindfolded you make little tiny turns that add up to a big turn that turns into a circle. Round and round we go until we hit a tree stump and then we don't have a clue. We are all victims of circumnavigation. Turn that into what you will. The way I see it. Haven't we seen this before?

I'd like to know, see. Suffer ye not to spake to me or I might thrust you a mortal injury.

My work has a Christmas party. I can bring I guest. But I'm not. Yah, that was weird. Fine (I'm not desperate see I got time). But weird. I guess I don't prefer to be thought of (even if it's for a split second) like, "Eesh, what's wrong with you to not bring a guest to the Christmas party huh huh why don't you have a boyfriend" i guess I'm jsut tired of that see? I'm fine yah not worried but I'd kind of like it if people let me alone about it right. The way I see it.

Thanksgiving was good. But my mom made mashed yams with marshmallows on top. I cannot even bear to write of such. My mom loves it and almost assumes derry boddy elf did and if they didn't they SHOULD damn it (OOPS!). You all know me, well I don't like it (have I said that before? after all hadn't I been writing the same thing for sixty years? you all know me...), and I find myself (sometimes) fighting a fierce and wonderfull but terrible verbal battle as to whether I should be forced against my will to eat this tray from the pit. It is on the same line as meatloaf. You remember? I hate that too. I communicadate that orften to most living beings. --Erp, Quite often I win, almost always, but that is because in getting older I have the freedom to say no to foods. And that's not socialism (The way I see it.)

Lo thou hast smote me harshly with such grave talk - are you to blame for this vast burden? 

Are you ready for me? (i ask the world this every day. it never answers. i take it as a no. most aren't. comin to getcha)

WHEN I DIP YOU DIP WE DIP

goodnight moon.