It's that time of the year.
Enough Said.
And, being part of the REALITY wave of the Interweb, I feel that I have to take some responsibility for the actions of others out there that are acting like complete and total boobs. For example, would you ever think... hey, maybe I'll just go to the White House dinner and see if they will let me in. Or... hey, Tiger Woods was in a car accident... HE MUST BE CHEATING ON HIS WIFE. Or... hey, it might be 3am but damn do I need that camcorder. These things are all laughable... but in the context (yeah, I said context) of reality - they are all desperately fleeting. Desperately hard to hold onto... Kind of like... real life, where... a little boy turns two and says.. OH WHOA... when he rips the paper to find an almost-life-sized TONKA.. or that story that someone told at the Thanksgiving table that had everyone barreled over laughing... forgetting about the tonka sized stack of everyday worries. And when we realize that the 15 minutes are up.. that its time to "get back to normal"--is there room in our heads to remember that conversation with the 3 year old niece about diamonds and how AWESOME it would be to wear them all at the same time--faux and real?...We are totally doing that at Christmas... Is there room next to the story about teenage vampires... or America's Next singing/dancing/acting/modeling/survivor/fosterchild Star? I know. Let's all take the junk that fills up our brains and talk about nothing but. Let all go online and write about fame and being famous and "getting there". Lets all just BLOG about it.
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Enough Said.
Moving on... I'm just going to throw this out there.
BEHAVE.
I'm not going to sugar coat it--things are kinda out of control.
It must be the Holidays.
It must be the Holidays.
And, being part of the REALITY wave of the Interweb, I feel that I have to take some responsibility for the actions of others out there that are acting like complete and total boobs. For example, would you ever think... hey, maybe I'll just go to the White House dinner and see if they will let me in. Or... hey, Tiger Woods was in a car accident... HE MUST BE CHEATING ON HIS WIFE. Or... hey, it might be 3am but damn do I need that camcorder. These things are all laughable... but in the context (yeah, I said context) of reality - they are all desperately fleeting. Desperately hard to hold onto... Kind of like... real life, where... a little boy turns two and says.. OH WHOA... when he rips the paper to find an almost-life-sized TONKA.. or that story that someone told at the Thanksgiving table that had everyone barreled over laughing... forgetting about the tonka sized stack of everyday worries. And when we realize that the 15 minutes are up.. that its time to "get back to normal"--is there room in our heads to remember that conversation with the 3 year old niece about diamonds and how AWESOME it would be to wear them all at the same time--faux and real?...We are totally doing that at Christmas... Is there room next to the story about teenage vampires... or America's Next singing/dancing/acting/modeling/survivor/fosterchild Star? I know. Let's all take the junk that fills up our brains and talk about nothing but. Let all go online and write about fame and being famous and "getting there". Lets all just BLOG about it.
That time of the year... I think I may be one of the crazies. Or afraid I may be. Or wishing I had enough courage to do so. If I am AWARE, does my awareness absolve me from being a crazy, make me LESS crazy, or MORE?
Frogs.
ry, is someone having a bad day?? LOL
it is "the time of year" maybe a full moon?
xoxo
word.