Hmmmm...this blog will be just about random things that come to mind. Let's see what happens.
I saw Psycho for the first time last Saturday. Good movie, good music, yet the shower scene is overrated. The second murder scene is much better.
I took a yoga class today. I was able to keep up with everyone, but when it came time to do handstands I was useless. The instructor was nice enough to help me do one. I can do them against a wall but that's about it.
I have discovered the joy of Pink Berry frozen yogurt. This is probably the only frozen yogurt store in the world that has a guard in front of the door. Yes, there's a guard who let's you in when it's your turn to enter the store. The neighborhood is too nice to require one, so all I can think of is that customers have gotten into fights in line. I can see it now, some trendy Paris Hilton type beating the snot out of some cute Lindsay Lohan type over who gets to choose toppings for their sundae first. Actually, that'd be hot.
My cat has been really vocal in the morning. He wasn't before. What's he trying to tell me? Must be important if he's waking me up to tell me.
I saw Psycho for the first time last Saturday. Good movie, good music, yet the shower scene is overrated. The second murder scene is much better.
I took a yoga class today. I was able to keep up with everyone, but when it came time to do handstands I was useless. The instructor was nice enough to help me do one. I can do them against a wall but that's about it.
I have discovered the joy of Pink Berry frozen yogurt. This is probably the only frozen yogurt store in the world that has a guard in front of the door. Yes, there's a guard who let's you in when it's your turn to enter the store. The neighborhood is too nice to require one, so all I can think of is that customers have gotten into fights in line. I can see it now, some trendy Paris Hilton type beating the snot out of some cute Lindsay Lohan type over who gets to choose toppings for their sundae first. Actually, that'd be hot.
My cat has been really vocal in the morning. He wasn't before. What's he trying to tell me? Must be important if he's waking me up to tell me.
On the subject of random things that come to mind, I was thinking about the childhood memory that the recent photo of your tongue resurrected and have come up with a theory regarding the problems that have recently come to light with the Catholic Church.
I see myself mesmerized as a little Catholic altar boy, face to face with a georgeous female with her tongue hanging out against the background of her voluptuous breasts.Strange but warm feelings were going through my body and mind, although I didn't understand what was going on. And I remember that rat-fink priest shoving me and almost knocking me over, and then later dragging me into the back room and punishing me for having "bad thoughts". But now I am thinking about the priest standing towering over both that voluptous female and the little altar boy. What thoughts were going through his mind ? What was that motherfucker thinking as he was lookiing down over both of us ? He had to know that he couldn't touch her , because she would have kicked his ass, but the little altar boy , in the back room , enticed with the cookies and cake -------.
My theory is that the problems with the Catholic priests is related to their confused emotions and feelings while looking down upon a voluptuous female, next to a sweet little altar boy.
Although I do not entirely understand, I do know and accept the warm feelings that I had as a little altar boy. They are the same feelings that I have today as I browse the S.G. Twilite Zone. I love all of the S.G. girls, but especially you . my favorite. My thoughts regarding the S.G girls can be best expressed by one of my favorite songs, by Maurice Chevalier " Thank heavens , for little girls , they grow up in the most delightful way----"
On the subject of vocal cats , I have a long story about a Siamese cat in San Antonio Texas that was vocal during the night and was disturbing the residents of the apartment building . It involves a can of sardines and a hammer. Tell you that story next week.