If you don’t know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter what road you take
“Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” was his response.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”
Had quite the weekend because of the show but that’s tomorrow’s entry.
So I considered locking this blog and or not writing anymore, but then again, rum and women notwithstanding, I live a fairly boring life.
I’m surprised you’re still here.
Decided to continue writing as usual. Pretty much made all my choices and so much of my life is out there already. It’s like putting toothpaste back into a tube. Anyway, writing is for public consumption. Anything else, and you’re just a nutcase with a notebook. Here’re my thoughts:
- Regarding potential women, we both know that my love life’s a train wreck all on its own, with or without this blog.
- Regarding past women, there’s a reason they and I live separate lives. After some thinking, I’m assuming that since they want no part of my life, why would they read about it?*
- Regarding employment, I’ve essentially not had a real job since 1999. Why start now?
While I’m writing about the show tomorrow, I gotta mention that Furison came and said that I was absurdly hot. This brings the total number of times, I’ve been called that to…1. She said other nice things about 72nd to Canal but, let’s be honest, I only saw absurdly hot and eye-candy mainstay.
Her comments on my pictures do shed light to this blog entry; oh well, it’s still not a bad way to start the week.
Not a bad way at all.
Location: 7:30PM Yest, standing in church by myself
Music: the finish line’s a good place we could start