To quote my hero type thing. "I love tacos" But thats not a story. I was, like most people 12 years old at some point in my life despite the rumors. Which are all vicious lies by the way. And after that i turned 13. And now ten years later i am 23. Yay for me and yeah for beer and random acts of falling asleep. I actually should be paying attention to something else right now but for some reason i can not remember what it was. So for now i will continue staring off into space and counting sheeps. Yes i said sheeps but that is irrelevant. I'm done staring and counting now so I think i will go out side my mind for a little while and look around. Sometimes, out here, it looks like the Seattle underground tour thing, but mostly it just looks like an Edvard Munch painting. Memories of a demon from the past and the real sort of life everyone is afraid to admit is even there. Not that thats it a bad thing. It just keeps me on my toes. Then i walk further out into the open. I see a single bird flying out over the water. Its a seagull and it is beautiful. And those are two words which normally should never be put in the same place i know. But let me paint you something with light.
This creature smiled as it flew by. It knows a lot more about the world then you might think. Will someone please go read Richard Bach so i know that i am not the only one who has. A bit further out and i see everything as it should be. I'm looking at myself in the mirror.
Thats my bit of writing for today. I think I like it. For once. On a side note absolutely nothing happened in my real life today. I sat around at work and wrote a training plan for my division and then sat around some more. When i was asked why i was still here(a hint from my boss type that i can leave) i replied that it was only because I had not changed out of my uniform yet and then i walked out the door. I then drove home and ate some tacos wrote a little and now I'm here.
-bloodyGIR 
