It's not hard to believe that I'm rarely at a loss for words. The frequency of my posts does not accurately reflect the number of ridiculous ideas I hold in my skull-encrusted mass of neurological tissue. It's a matter of logistics. I'm priming for the upgraded system this summer... a tale for another twilight.
The point here is that I'm experiencing overload.
o I just watched a Stanley Cup game 2 that was a 5-0 shutout - but
I'm optomistic Edmonton can come back at home and tie the
series at 2 a piece.
o I'm not sure if this Raconteurs album is great or just good.
o I just noticed that only the letters 'T' and 'I' have begun every
sentence, so far.
o Thank you for taking the time to verify. (5 'I's and 2 'T's, yeah?
and yet another 'T', here... that's 5 and 3 but who's counting?)
o Obviously, I am.
o I terribly miss traveling. Probably the single-most jones I've
got, right now. I need to go somewhere. If not Prague this
fall, why not Iceland this winter?
o Cooking is good. More cooking needs to happen at The Inn.
o How much would maid service be, saaaaay... twice a month?
o I need someone to explain to me the fascination with celebrity.
What the fuck is so special about these people? I'm lost.
o A good cup of coffee can make a bad day tolerable.
o A great cup of coffee (ohhh, like - homemade espresso one
of me mates makes) can make that same day worthwhile.
o I love The Dome.
That's about all I can muster at this point. There's plenty more but I run the risk of telling too much. Not true. It's just too late.