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much thanks for all of the birthday wishes. if it were not for you all, i wouldn't have even remembered my own birthday. it was a special day spent with special people and one that will not be easily forgotten, thanks in part to a certain dylan and her mother.
as a child, i always liked to think that the weather was dependent upon my mood and not the other way around. even though disorders such as seasonal depression hold much credence in the scientific world, there are too many ways around it. just as you are the creator if your own destiny, you are also just as capable of transforming your environment into one that encompasses your desired ambience. but i digress. if the weather were dependent solely on my emotional state. i would have no plausible explanation for the terrible rain storm as of late. my feelings simply do not fluxuate that often. even though i am experiencing somewhat of a touring withdrawal, because it has consumed my life these past few years, my moods would not justify the immense downpour.
but now, goddess has wept herself dry and the puddles have evaporated into the blue abyss to reunite with the atmosphere once again. we are left with the aftermath, which has included various landslides, countless automobile accidents, and cold weather which is not conducive for surfing, especially not for four year olds. we have devised ways to combat cabin fever but the peeking sun calls out to us. the closure of the pch gives us privacy, if feelings of claustrophobia are not dominant.
perhaps the temperamental weather is a sign of impending doom. another bad omen in this continuous stream of renewing doubt. but even if the apocalypse does come, it doesn't matter. as long as they are by my side, i am not afraid to let go of all my material possessions and float off peacefully into mother oceania's arms.
as a child, i always liked to think that the weather was dependent upon my mood and not the other way around. even though disorders such as seasonal depression hold much credence in the scientific world, there are too many ways around it. just as you are the creator if your own destiny, you are also just as capable of transforming your environment into one that encompasses your desired ambience. but i digress. if the weather were dependent solely on my emotional state. i would have no plausible explanation for the terrible rain storm as of late. my feelings simply do not fluxuate that often. even though i am experiencing somewhat of a touring withdrawal, because it has consumed my life these past few years, my moods would not justify the immense downpour.
but now, goddess has wept herself dry and the puddles have evaporated into the blue abyss to reunite with the atmosphere once again. we are left with the aftermath, which has included various landslides, countless automobile accidents, and cold weather which is not conducive for surfing, especially not for four year olds. we have devised ways to combat cabin fever but the peeking sun calls out to us. the closure of the pch gives us privacy, if feelings of claustrophobia are not dominant.
perhaps the temperamental weather is a sign of impending doom. another bad omen in this continuous stream of renewing doubt. but even if the apocalypse does come, it doesn't matter. as long as they are by my side, i am not afraid to let go of all my material possessions and float off peacefully into mother oceania's arms.