But you know what? Fuck it. Ha. Fuck. It.
My blogs will now be much shorter and comprised only of single or multiple (if I'm plentifully struck) thoughts I have.
Like how I have arrived insanely early for rehearsal today...famished. so took to sitting in my shitty Toyota Camry some 7 blocks away from the theater (free spot, but nothing's completely free, right?) And I sat, taking to the face the remnants of a bag of tortilla chips and salsa. Not an easy snack to eat on the go. A rather messy one in point of fact.
Anywho...it strikes me. The correlation...the smaller the chips get (I.e. crumbs) the deeper the reach for diminishing salsa. Now while I do have the advantage of tiny extremities...it is still a task.
And in my older age, I've taken to weighing survival much heavier than what would otherwise be accepted social behavior.
So you can imagine my tiny fingas soaked and dripping with medium spiced salsa, congratulating myself on this fully realized example of the "fuck it" principle.
That's all. Oh. And there was a ladybug on my windshield today. Which should be filed in the "stray eyelash", "11:11", "shooting star" good-luck-omen category...I think.
Its not. But it should be. :/
Dammit. Still long...
Fuck it. :)
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