Hey you crazy kids.
Sorry I've been gone. Got socially busy (amazing!), got laid (astounding!) got a lot of work (as-usual!) and then got the flu.
So I'm back, but you may call me Phleghm Boy.
<hack>
I was sitting here at 2AM, after 12 hours in front of this infernal box, listening to Jimi and reflecting on politics and the world.
<cough>
I'm lucky. Very lucky. I support myself as an artist, comfortably, and I have some amazing new projects I'm working on. I was buying a burrito today and watching the crew at El Burrito Express trying to close before any more people came in, and I remembered what the restaurant industry is like.
<wheeze>
I'm really really lucky. I could be back in the Holiday Inn kitchen busing tables for shitty tips and living in a trailer across from the bowling alley.
True story.
And at the risk of sounding passe or cliche (or something ending with an e-with-an-accent-mark that I can't make on my keyboard), if you're working toward a goal and your in the shit-up-to-your-knees part, keep on keepin' on, you'll get there and when you do, it's cool, it's great, it rocks Klaire's Cheetah's Ass With Tartar Sauce, for sure. Trust me.
Life is too short, but that's good because it's easy to get a grip on the fucker and take a big wet bite out of it's ass.
Rock on, sisters and the occasional brother.
Sorry I've been gone. Got socially busy (amazing!), got laid (astounding!) got a lot of work (as-usual!) and then got the flu.
So I'm back, but you may call me Phleghm Boy.
<hack>
I was sitting here at 2AM, after 12 hours in front of this infernal box, listening to Jimi and reflecting on politics and the world.
<cough>
I'm lucky. Very lucky. I support myself as an artist, comfortably, and I have some amazing new projects I'm working on. I was buying a burrito today and watching the crew at El Burrito Express trying to close before any more people came in, and I remembered what the restaurant industry is like.
<wheeze>
I'm really really lucky. I could be back in the Holiday Inn kitchen busing tables for shitty tips and living in a trailer across from the bowling alley.
True story.
And at the risk of sounding passe or cliche (or something ending with an e-with-an-accent-mark that I can't make on my keyboard), if you're working toward a goal and your in the shit-up-to-your-knees part, keep on keepin' on, you'll get there and when you do, it's cool, it's great, it rocks Klaire's Cheetah's Ass With Tartar Sauce, for sure. Trust me.
Life is too short, but that's good because it's easy to get a grip on the fucker and take a big wet bite out of it's ass.
Rock on, sisters and the occasional brother.
Well you better give me a shout out if you are in the desert at the same time I am! Sheesh!
I am still down with this crud, and my ears are still hosed. ARgh.
~cheers
Sorry to hear about your illness.