Funky Cheese, and coming into my bloging rythm
Mood:  quizzical
... and just 'cause I can't remember as well as you doesn't mean that I don't still know how to play hard ball. Well ok, yes it does, but when the hell do I ever talk confidently about politics? 25 years old and I'm still riding those fences, maybe one day I'll come to my senses and drive myself home. Whatever, I've got my reasons. these things they please me, but no harm seems to come. Ok, I'm not a desperado either, but I do like to be tricky about things every now and then, like saying that I'm going to bog consistently and then not posting for weeks on end. Sporadic, inconsistent, containing no rhyme or reason. Crazy, I know. Little does everyone else know, I'm a wild spirit who lives his life with the mute button on most of the time. It makes me feel empowered because I like to keep people guessing. Unless you can read minds you don't know what I didn't say. So what does this have to do with anything intelligible? I don't know, I just know it feels good to say it and let some of the crazy out and make room in my head for more new crazy thoughts. Thats all the crazy I care to give for now. Thanks for shopping, please pull forward...