don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows

if i were mj i would go all howard hughes and live out my days on a private atoll somewhere in the south pacific. away from everything and everyone, forever. far away from all that created and destroyed him in one short lifetime. to me, it is all fucking sad. every aspect of it.

in other news: arnold will be toast soon, in my opinion. maybe then he will go away and leave "cullifornia" alone. i can dream, right? howard dean crazy? you bet your ass he is---crazy like a fox. watch and learn. i have a glimmer of hope, i swear i do.

what is the actual deal with "blog cliques?" not sure i can grasp the concept. are these people who were maybe NOT popular or whatever in (real-time) life? i am quite curious about this phenomenon. me? i was born a misfit, been one all my life. fitting into anything too terribly mainstream makes me nervous. needless to say, i don't think i fit into the mainstream blogosphere very well. oh well. i tried to be social, post a comment here-and-there and introduce myself. maybe i'm still not cool. and that, dear friends is why i'm a deadhead!

i write here because i like to put my thoughts down somewhere. the thoughts vary. sometimes weird, or incredibly boring. other days they're rebellious and angry.
or just plain sad. i want to be honest in my writing. true-to-me, you know? so much cheaper than therapy.

time to listen to diana krall and let my college girl brush my hair. a rare delight.

(good night moon!)