hello, I must be going...
It's the name of an album by Phil Collins. I figure it could apply because I hardly update and when I do its never anything..."Juicy" I just write about how I feel. And besides I like the play on words. Just little musings, "light extemporania" and I think to my self, hmm, why do I feel that all the things I have to say are so private and important and special that I can't splatter them like paint across the internet? Then I say, "hell yes its private! I don't want people commenting on how I live!" Then I think, "well, you're in for a really lonely life, kid." (I don't know why I call myself kid, reminds me of Frank Sinatra or something)(I've always wanted to be a member of the ratpack)And then I say, "well, loneliness doesn't really differ much from what I've got right now which is....nothing!" So, I can either be; lonely and have nothing or lonely, abd have people tell me it will be ok, when it won't, well it will, but not soon enough, but really how do you know it will? You don't so don't say you do. Gaaahh!
over and out.
over and out.